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Isla de los Monos.
Monkey meets monkey

In the heart of the jungle, among roots and vines older than stories, Rania became one of them.
She climbed, swung, laughed, no different than the monkeys watching from above.
They blinked at her, curious. She blinked back, fearless.

It wasn’t a competition.
It was a meeting. A recognition.
One little monkey in neon, another in fur and instinct.

Both wild.
Both home.