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  • In another life by water, in a castle my mother built, a residence for the Ambassador, there were balconies off every room that looked over the Atlantic Ocean, there was an outdoor oven made of clay, the floors were marble and the curtains sheer and blew in the afternoon sea breeze. In this other life, we ate fresh tuna for lunch, played tennis all day, and ate mangoes and my mother was sick in this life by water and she died in the footholds the island, after spending six months in and out of Georgetown Hospital while I worked in the Children's Department at Lord & Taylor at night and swam as forgivingly as I could at an indoor pool in Annandale, VA.
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