THE CHUCUNAQUE
I’m digging pretty deep here to bring you the kind of story that one withholds until old age. When one looks back and tries to figure “How I Got This Way.”
It’s those early exposures to certain feelings, special friends and meaningful mentors, or, in this case, a village in the palms filled with people with whom we could not communicate but didn’t need to, much. And found it hard to leave… Harder to return to normalcy. It’s just another old sea story. It may not change the listener, but it changed the teller, and he’s glad.
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