Volume 01

Issue 01

A woman overlooks a Grenadian bay, rests her hand on a doorway, packs a black backpack beside a snorkel and mask, and walks away through the village.

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I served in the Peace Corps in Grenada, and it felt like home. I wished I could take the island with me when I left. What is it that they say? Be careful what you wish for?