Who could possibly have prepared my husband and me as we vacationed off the coast of Honduras early last month that by mid-April, we now would be entering our fifth week in "shelter in place" at home? It started the moment our plane landed after the return trip home to North Georgia. Reflections I wrote during that trip lay out before me now. They were thoughts flowing as the sun kissed my hair, and I had the taste of saltwater on my lips. At times I feel like I have lost touch with her – that girl I was then. Oh, how free we were in what seems like another lifetime as we rode tuk tuk taxis down a road of potholes to the sea.
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