The island, at one point in recent history nicknamed ‘Little St. Jeff’, rises out of the Caribbean like a private thought made solid. From the warm tropical air it appears almost theatrical in its isolation. A green teardrop floating in deep blue water. White stone terraces stepping down toward quiet coves. A single pier stretching outward like a finger…
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