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  • On a 1.8 sq km island, finding a private solace where the whispers and eyes don't follow rarely proves easy. Wind, waves, and feeding seabirds mask the European accents of the tourists and the Creole of the locals on the opposite bay, separated by a tiny spit of sand and coconut trees.

    We sit in the shade of a sea grape tree and use slices of curried-tofu to scrape up the last grains of rice from the tupperware, enjoying our moment of peace and togetherness. He tosses a piece to the puppy, who hasn't learned yet how to catch, but eats it anyway coated in a layer of sand.

    These are the days when we take a step back and appreciate how blessed we are.
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