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| HEADED OUT WITH OUR LUGGAGE |
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| ON OUR FLIGHT TO HAITI, GIDDY WITH ANTICIPATION |
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| OUR FIRST GLIMPSE OF HAITIAN SOIL |
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| WE ARE HERE AT LAST! (AT THE AIRPORT) |
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| SO CURIOUS HOW SIGHTS, SO LONG UNSEEN, BECOME FAMILIAR AGAIN IN AN INSTANT |
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| THE MOST WONDERFUL GIFT WAITING TO GREET US AT HOME: OUR DEAREST ELIETTE! |
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| AND A DELICIOUS HAITIAN MEAL!! |
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| EAGER TO EMBRACE OUR HOME AGAIN THROUGH TASTE |
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| FAMILIAR SIGHTS OF HOME, OUR BEAUTIFUL TREE, COMPLIMENTS OF OUR MOTHER |
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| OUR FIRST VISITOR, WAWA! |
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| THE S.T.E.P. CHRISTMAS PARTY (THE SEMINARY WHERE MY PARENTS BOTH TEACH) |
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| BEING HONORED FOR 31 YEARS OF SERVICE AND GRACED WITH PRAYER |
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| A LAST DAY TOGETHER WITH JEHU'S STREET KIDS |
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| FINAL GOODBYES WITH THE BOYS, WHO DESPITE BEING GROWN, WILL NEVER FORGET THE LOVE MY MOTHER SHOWED THEM. THEIR SORROW AT PARTING HUNG HEAVY IN THE AIR AROUND US. |
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| CHRISTMAS EVE DINNER WITH FRIENDS |
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| OUR CHRISTMAS EVE SELFIE! |
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| DECORATING COOKIES, AND WE MADE SURE TO MAKE SOME UNUSUAL ONES |
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| I DON'T KNOW HOW MANY PEOPLE GET MANGOS, TANGERINES AND AVOCADOS IN THEIR STOCKINGS, BUT WE WERE THRILLED! |
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| WE MANAGED TO MAKE TIME FOR A PUZZLE OR TWO |
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| GAME NIGHTS! HOW I'VE MISSED THESE TIMES |
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| OUR WONDERFUL PARENTS |
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| OUR TRUSTY TRUCK (OUR FIRST TRUCK WAS SKY BLUE AND OUR HOUSE USED TO BE LIGHT GREEN) YOU KNOW YOU'VE LIVED IN HAITI A LONG TIME WHEN YOU GO FROM A GREEN HOUSE TO A PINK HOUSE AND A BLUE TRUCK TO A GOLD TRUCK |
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| HOW THINGS CHANGE; NOW THEY HAVE STOPLIGHTS!!?? |
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| OUR SCHOOL (IT WASN'T PURPLE IN OUR TIME) |
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| MY FIRST GRADE CLASSROOM |
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| MRS. HERSEY, MY FRENCH TEACHER |
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| MR. HERSEY, OUR AMAZING LITERATURE TEACHER WHO NOW DIRECTS THE SCHOOL |
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| MRS. FARQUHARSON, SHE TAUGHT BOTH OF US, AND MADE THE BEST CINNAMON ROLLS |
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| HAITI GONE GREEN; YAY FOR RECYCLING |
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| OH THE MOUNTAINS! THESE ARE HAITIAN MOUNTAINS! I WOULD KNOW THEM ANYWHERE. |
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| RUNNING INTO "UNCLE" BRUCE, WHO ALWAYS REMINDS ME HOW HE GOT "KICKED OUT" OF OUR HOUSE WHEN I WAS BORN |
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| HOUSES ON THE MOUNTAINSIDE |
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| AT THE BEACH |
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| TROPICAL COLOR |
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| BOUGANVILLIA |
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| THE CLEAR WATER IS SO BEAUTIFUL |
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| DRVING HOME FROM THE BEACH |
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| A PASSING HOUSE |
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| FAMILIAR ROADSIDE SCENE |
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| SEEING CHILDHOOD FRIENDS ALL GROWN UP AND WITH THEIR OWN CHILDREN |
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| CONCRETE MEMORIES: M.J.M. 1993 (MY INITIALS INSCRIBED WHEN THE CEMENT WAS STILL WET) |
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| INSCRIBING OUR NAMES IN THE CACTUS, JUST LIKE WHEN WE WERE KIDS |
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| LOOKING OUT OVER PORT-AU-PRINCE FROM OUR CAMPUS |
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| THE BIBLE SCHOOL, A LANDMARK OF MY CHILDHOOD, WHICH EXISTS ONLY ON PAPER AS THE REAL THING WAS DESTROYED IN THE EARTHQUAKE |
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| AND THE PACKING RECOMMENCES |
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| POURING MY HEART INTO WORDS BY CANDLELIGHT |
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| NEW YEAR'S MEAL, TRADITIONAL PUMPKIN SOUP |
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| THE DEAREST OF FRIENDS, JOHNY AND ROSADITE |
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| ELIETTE'S BEAUTIFUL CHILDREN |
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| AMANDINE, ME AND MY NAMESAKE, MICHELLE |
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| OUR DEAR CELIA |
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| ONE OF THE MOST PATIENT MEN I HAVE EVER KNOW, MY TEACHER AND FRIEND |
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| ONE OF OUR ADOPTED AUNTS |
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| LIFELONG NEIGHBORS AND FRIENDS |
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| WE SMILE FOR THE CAMERA, BUT OUR HEARTS ARE BREAKING |
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| CAN THIS REALLY BE GOODBYE? |
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| LEAVING HOME FOR THE LAST TIME |
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| ONE LAST GLIMPSE |
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| AND THERE WE ARE. FLYING AWAY. HOMELESS IN THE CLOUDS. |
