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This is the place I remember—with its pine branches, hung like lace canopies. There is the rock slab where they took turns, each first pounding his chest, then diving into the pool, as I waited in the shade, my fingers curled into themselves.
Private: Author Stacy Pendergrast and Photographer Toni La Ree Bennett
