Nights like this, her mind goes back
To life in Ecuador
When hot the purple sunset poured
Along the Playas shore

The once-timid, the quiet girl
Who left her home and kin
In search of grand adventure
And the life of touch on skin

And though she struggled, mightily
She loved her every day
For all the struggles, they were hers —
And she would make her way

Dominican by birth, and still
Dominican at heart;
The purple sunset memories turn
Her now-life
Into
Art

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