A few years ago, over Thanksgiving week on the Caribbean island of Hispanola, in the Dominican Republic, just east of and over a mountain range from Haiti, on the beaches of the famous Amber Coast, I surprised my husband and friends from Houston, then half dozing in chaise lounges lined up in the shade of palm trees like so much beach flotsam, by repeatedly stooping at the edge of the surf to collect a satisfying mix of the two prettiest types of the worn smooth marbleized stones (flat multi-green clam-sized ones and translucent white marble-sized ones), which I then rinsed in my resort room's sink and took home in my already bulging suitcase and later displayed in a crystal vase filled with water which intensified the color, much as the ocean had done when I first saw them.
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i cannot believe that no=one commented on this! So Essential 2 the life of yourself! And the picture belies your Deserved designation in the Penta=glow
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Bravo! One clearly detailed sentence! Congrats on well-deserved award.
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Please continue writing your wonderful descriptive stories that convey a sense of self so fluently.
Gramzy Lou
I enjoyed your writing style. I am of Mexican heritage and your description of the southwest and the islands warms my heart. I can't wait to read your book. Dios te bendiga hija!
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