This morning has her thinking on that warm December day when she saw her first wild monkey.
His uncle waited patiently by the car as she walked around taking in the street, the rainforest, the small lake which reportedly had no bottom.
Walking back to the car, she watched a monkey climb down from one of the trees to the railing which boarderd the lake. He patiently sat next to the woman selling spices. Spice seller talked and laughed as monkey waited, just sitting there, until she handed him a banana. He stripped the fruit, ate, and handed her back the peeling.
This is the first morning the girl knew life on this island would insure her favorite sort of magic: the quiet and pure kind.
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