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Joan Medlicott

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by Chris Clevenger
Courtesy of the Times News, Hendersonville, NC

ST THOMAS, VIRGIN ISLANDS

Because of its size, the ladies' cruise ship had dropped anchor outside the harbor of St Thomas...

... and they started across the placid water toward the picture-perfect town where white houses and red roofs shimmered in the sunshine.

Grace had somehow expected the island to be as quiet and pristine as the scenery suggested. Now, surrounded by the noise of music, cars, and people, Grace put her hands over her ears.

The taxi they hired drove them past Fort Christian, built by the Danes in the 1600s...

up narrow roads...

...past beautiful homes.

They rounded yet another curve. The view was breathtaking. The harbor seemed to widen and glinted clear turquoise in the sunshine.

A short while later, they joined other cars at a lookout. An astounding view unfolded. Below, nestled between the arms of hills flung wide and welcome, lay heart-shaped, mile-long Magens Bay. The shifting shades of blue, azure, sapphire, teal and turquoise filled Grace's soul with immense quiet.

An archipelago of verdant hills, small and large, cast by the hand of some divinity, lay across a velvet, azure sea. Amelia shot several pictures of the scene before them.

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Joan Medlicott
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Barnardsville, NC 28709

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