by Harvey Hagman, Fort Myers, FL
Tahiti’s jagged gray peaks pierced the opalescent dawn, the foaming white surf roaring and streaking along the sheltering reef, the surge coming to rest in a heart-stopping turquoise lagoon lined by a white-sand beach.
Where were we? On the island of Moorea in French Polynesia.
An introduction
If this wasn’t paradise, it was close enough for us. The sensuous siren French Polynesia had my wife, Kathy, and me in her grip — soaring tropical islands, turquoise seas, Garden of Eden vegetation and the friendly, smiling Polynesians...
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