My grandmother was born on a mahogany farm off the coast of Belize. She was the youngest of eight, but maybe the strongest. She learned that strength from her mother, her sisters, and the powerful sea. She collected memories like she collected shells and feathers and became as resilient as those great mahogany trees. Among the birds, the trees, and the waves, she learned to create, survive, and dream. Her memories live on in the sweetness of mango, the beauty of a seashell, and the wild growth of jungle plants and the ones she called family."

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