I approached the crude structure and pulled aside a piece of madras fabric that had been fashioned into an entrance. Incense smoke twisted and curled through the air in a thick haze. As my eyes adjusted to the dimly lit, smoke filled room, they fixated upon a Nefertiti-esque woman.
I arrived in San Pedro town on Tuesday evening, after a long day of travel. My love was waiting for me at the water taxi station, ready to take me to a private house on a secluded beach front property on the north side of the island. He planned to help a friend with some work on the property while giving me some quiet time to work on my art.
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