My dear friend, here I am at your home, in your bay, in your harbor.
These days, one does not come to see you by chance. Before setting foot ashore, one must want to discover what lies behind the scenes, far from the surrounding noise. I first took a map and focused on the blue and green that shape your contours. I imagined the lush vegetation hugging your coasts and climbing your slopes. I immersed myself in your abundant literature to sketch the faces that inhabit you. Then, I approached History—the one that shapes both you
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