
Bri’Land glistened at me, her brilliant display of pink sand shimmering in delight. It would seem that I had finally, on our last day, come around to granting her name the proper pronunciation. We had landed on Harbour Island, but we would depart from Bri’Land. I shade my eyes, stretch my gaze over the expanse […]
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