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  • Wherever she is in the world, Jane sends rectangles of beauty home to her parents in Edmonton. This photograph reminds me of the lifting tides and their sun, the German and Swiss girls who found us again and shared their Platanos, and the turtle hatchlings, stumbling their way into the ocean to begin their "lost years."
    It reminds me, too, of that first adventure on another island, years before, when my heart would not mend, despite her time and her stories. Finally, at a loss, she placed a brush in my hand and asked me to paint between the lines she had so carefully drawn on that 4" by 6" canvas, and for those moments, my mind stopped spinning and I caught a glimpse of how tenderly I was being put back together again.
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