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WARM BREEZE on our wet skins. The herbal scents of the island. Children searching for ‘St. Lucia’s Eyes’. Tiny ambery shells in the sand. “Pour bonheur”, they said. So we searched under the sun, searching for enough luck for the rest of our lifes. Sometimes I hold them in my hand again, these tiny shells. I remember how lucky we were, that very day. Memories we build every day, through all of our senses. Have Find an Eye of St Lucia every day. See your luck, in little things, every day again.