A dream I’ve had for over 15 years was to go to the island of St. Lucia.
The rolling, lush, green mountains; the clear, blue water; the litany of relaxing resorts. It captured an obsession of sorts from me back in the impressionable days when I was up all night with a newborn. A gorgeous brochure about visiting St. Lucia I somehow ended up with became my mental distraction and fuel when I was up all night caring for a newborn back in those long days.
But, at that time, St. Lucia felt out of reach. Too expensive. Too far.
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