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Shanna Phillip

You're from Mayaro as well? I'm a bit younger than you at 20 but Mayaro was at one point my home/weekend get away. If you're willing to face noon-time sun the beach is still that place you remember from childhood.
I remember chasing baby fish where the river meets the sea. And this summer, boy friend in hand surrounded by my pre-teen cousins I once more chased fish, cried, laughed and returned home wet and smelly.
Somethings refuse to change.

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