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By Kathy Giuffre

In an try to break out from her demanding lifestyles as a unmarried operating mom of 2 younger boys, Kathy Giuffre books a year-long journey for 4 in a tropical paradise. on the final minute, her boyfriend proclaims he is not becoming a member of them, and Kathy unearths herself in an unlivable condo in Rarotonga, a tiny speck in the course of the South Pacific Ocean. Her not going savior is Emily, an 82-year-old Maori girl with a wide white apartment at the fringe of the sea, which the 2 girls percentage with callous missionaries, the ghosts of Emily’s ancestors, and, in short, a strange couple from jap Europe. As time passes, Kathy is seduced through the island and its humans and by way of emotions she hasn't ever prior to skilled. this can be an inspirational tale approximately having the braveness to go looking for whatever greater and discovering it—serenity, sensuality, and, eventually, love.

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Lips unused to Thee – Bashful – sip thy Jessamines – As the fainting Bee – Reaching late his flower, Round her chamber hums – Counts his nectars – Enters – and is lost in Balms. EMILY DICKINSON PREFACE For almost a year I lived at the edge of the ocean, in an old white house with a garden. Sometimes crabs would come up from the beach, find their way into the kitchen and make a tremendous amount of noise, rattling around at night. Sometimes the electricity would go off and we would hunt in the dark for dry matches and go to bed by candlelight.

Yes. Now don’t put them down in the little house; take them in with you. Yes. Yes. ” Three minutes later the boys and I were back in the car, heading along a road just outside town to a village called Panama. (I later learned it had been named after a wildly disastrous government scheme to harness the power of the tides by digging a canal inland from the beach and letting the water flow in and out and turn a turbine. ) Emily’s house sat back from the road in a glade of trees and flowers. The edges of the garden were bordered by thickets of wild gardenias and hibiscus, and the palm trees overhead were breaking the sunlight into a dappled, murmuring shade.

We are not out of coconuts. We have plenty. I have been repeatedly warned never to park a car under a coconut tree as a falling coconut can completely take out a Toyota. It makes lazing in a hammock under the palms seem rather more exciting than I had originally envisioned. Still no leads on the promised house. One does not mock the Bungalow Gods. Take care. Love, Kathy EMILY Thinking back now it seems that we lived in the Central Motel for a long time, but really it was only about two weeks. We didn’t do much other than hang around town or go swimming on the south side of the island, where the lagoon was wide and calm, and where, across the road from the beach, we could buy lunch at a stall called Fruits of Rarotonga, that also sold home-made jams and preserves.

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