Aruba on my mind What is it about this island of dust and rocks that attracts me, like a magnet. Maybe it’s because Aruba is where I was born and the smell of Kwihi trees is etched in my memory like the fossils in shells I find at Malmok. A mysterious draw that I can’t put into words. Perhaps taking images, helps me to define what I’m looking for. What that is? I’m not quite sure yet.
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