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Aug 06, 2006 23:39

I stood in the tunnel under the supermarket with Yousef, his sister and the two boys who played the accordion and juggled outside the ice cream parlour in St Martin. That day, Mum and I had caught the bus to the other side of the island and walked down to the beach through the pine trees. I picked up one huge pine cone that looked like a kind of wooden crown.

On my graduation day I jumped off the jetty. We took the bikes out to La Flotte, around the salt lakes, past stony strips of beach full of neon toppers and children learning to sail. Yousef pulled a hollyhock out of the sea wall and I carried it around all night like a sword.
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