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I climbed to one of the sleeping platforms that extend across the tie beams at either gable end of the House of Youth and stretched out beside the young men of Leeward Village.
I breathed deeply of the heavy, satisfying smell of human bodies mingled with the fragrance of flower-scented coconut oil, the slightly dank yet appetizing smell of newly opened native ovens, smoke impregnated with the odor of damp thatch, all of which combined to suggest a sense of security, shelter, sustenance. And at times, when a gust of wind swooped down from the treetops to pass through the House of Youth and eddy above the sleeping platform, the fragrance of jungle flowers, reef mist, and the sea would envelop me.