Here is an excerpt from a book in the works: Who Hears the Sound of the Last Wave? Enjoy–H
Ships Log: February 19, 2012, 08:15—Eleven-Mile Beach, Barbuda
I step out of the dinghy just past the surf and pink sand swallows my foot to the calf. The next wave knocks the inflatable forward, shoves me awkwardly onto my knees, then hands. The beach dusts me, when I fall face-to-face with the cushy ground, in sparkling rosy sugar too fine to brush from moist skin. The bizarrely squashy, cozy-warm, unsoiled sand is a tactile thrill.
It’s no wonder the island of Barbuda—a bump of coral limestone whose total land area is about half the size of Disney World—mined and sold more than nine-hundred-thousand tons of sand these past four years. With little-to-no other industry, the cash-strapped population of just over sixteen-hundred people ignored studies portraying the sand mining operation as a…
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