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The perfume of flowers and grass blows off the island and wafts into my nostrils. I feel as if I’m seeing colors, hearing sounds, and smelling land for the first time. I am emerging from the womb again. The horrible memories of my voyage may haunt me forever, but they are already eased by the ecstasy of a new life and the kindness of these men.
Adrift: Seventy-Six Days Lost at Sea
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