On the island, the heat of the sun striking the skin, the brilliant blue of the sky and sea, the fragrance of ripening fruit and the sonorities of unidentifiable insects reminded us of the raw sensuality of being alive. Colors and shapes were intrinsically beautiful, pregnant with meaning. The landscape of coconut and mango trees flowed endlessly around us. We were tiny in its immensity.
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