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Walking, just the natives and me |
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Early one morning I slipped from the mission to walk along a couple roads on the mountain where houses Don DeHart built several years prior are occupied by proud homeowners. I found the people so friendly. I met one young man who spoke excellent English. He had a beautiful crystal-looking rock and traded it to me for my tennis shoes. Said the rock was quite rare in Haiti and that the shoes would fit his sister. When I returned barefoot to the mission (we will not even mention the lecture I got for venturing off alone without telling anyone where I was going) and showed the jewel I had obtained from the Haitian, Don laughed and noted that the mountains were made of such. |
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I met this woman while on a walk along the mountain side. She couldn't speak English, but she knew what I wanted when I showed her my camera. She laughed and posed. |
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A Writer's Notebook |
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