Yaiza. Tias. Soo. The names of the villages, here on this island, often are as sparse as the lava landscape they are built on. And the fields: arrangements of stone circles, to provide some shade and shelter for the plants.
I drive on, trying to imagine how it would be to live here, in Haria, or in Ye, or in Mala. Or in this place called Tao.
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