She, the Storm and the Sunshine

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When she was young she collected rocks – oddly shaped, interestingly-hued stones, mostly from the many tropical beaches we knew, and a few from the chilly riverbeds we visited in New Zealand. I’d smile at the congruity of her hobby. That she with the iron will, the unrelenting stubbornness and the coconut head would choose […]