Can you create Glen Beach?” Madelyn asks Amahle.
Amahle exhales, and suddenly beyond Suzy’s and mine small island, Justin’s ocean is covered with a beach bustling with people. Suzy gasps. The sand is a different color, the beach umbrellas are colorful, too, and there are so many people here, families, friends, people who came on their own.
How could Amahle create such detail and such colors when she’s been blind from birth?!
“It is… magnifique,” Madelyn says. “I adore this place! And there is no need for suntan lotion!”
Amahle laughs. In a second, her clothes are replaced by a one-piece bathing suit with a kind of - I don’t know the name for it - the kind that has a kind of a skirt around it at the bottom.
“What is this?” Madelyn asks.
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