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      A storied-background of the central and south-Americas...  ...As a societal-commulling-place, history and residing-resigning. From Columbus-to the eventual European-developing and in-statements.  A culturalization-of prime and pivotal-migrations and innate-complexions; across all-the deans, designs and dimensions-by and of residance.  ...As about and between-lands, regions, territories and cross-continentals.  The authorial, seized and ultimate-severances of lives, livelihoods and legitimacies...  And as a commiserate and commending concerted locational-liturgy, in so many peoples, intents. ideas and adaptations...

Out now.  Get a copy, soon.  ...It's formation of the relevances and realities-of as a modality-of people, places and times.  For insightful and moving Americana logic and logistics.

They all-sat, wondering…  Some were thinking of the past.   And others were thinking of the future-about home, about life; about happiness, and about struggles. The Queen of Spain-was for now, a memory.  The villagers-on the island were-simple.  They had no-defense, and they-had brought weapons... As the days-went by, they remembered the shipping-lanes; how they brought them-there out of the "blue"…     Now it was a new-world, they didn't realize-it but they had arrived at the Southern-Shores of the pre- continent.  There were Islands spread-across the region.  Though, they didn't reach the mainland, they had reached a place like no-other.  The territory where they now were residing, was almost-totally, unknown-to Europe.   They-sailed for days, weeks and months-where they had gotten-to, was still-more than had ever-seen before.  The shores along the lonely-islands, where the Bahamas and the Caribbean; territory-only inhabited-by the natives.  …A nice and beautiful land of ocean-front territory with-all kinds of beautiful and wondrous ocean-views and sites.    The once-traveling voyager, only-knew that it-was something; he had never-seen before, in like no-body; ever-had to…  As the balmy-breezes, the emerald-blue oceans, the calm, settled-islands and the people who-seemed to always be relaxed.  As the food-with friends and shelter, were almost un-necessary and as the few clouds-overhead; as the ocean-waves, throeing-upon the ocean…  He-wondered "just", where he would be; if he-went further-on?  ..He-was expected-to, as was the first-survivor: Columbus…   They were looking-for something-material in order to  return-home, and be gratified with their European-counterparts.   The Caribbean, were to come-along by the ocean-currents running-further south and west, was always uptil, then was a place-never seen by white-men ; but now it was a place there, that was being singled-out.  He sat and watched the waves-comes-in day-after-day, as their-Captain of a ship-of which there were 12…  All- were preparing for more inland journeys; to pick-up even more goodies.  The "booties", will-be gold, technical knowledge and peopled-protocol…    It-was a strange and wondrous-mystery, about the whole-place; and that was now for the whole-world, like a Wonderland, the real-kind.  Here, so many-nice things; about the-area and that still-south upon the current, to find.  And it-wasn't much to be worried, about once-there.  So-it was told-by natives, there-were other-people; in other-areas which lived-this as related; and some we're living-along the coasts, far-off maybe 1200-km.     And that there was a mystery-to meet the formal-travelers.  And they-came to know each-other with the many natives.  In  becoming-friends and learning all the ways; to the people, as the weather; and the nice-things went-on around them, as for the conditions-were.  But eventually, someone-had to decide-what they were going-to do next; that's what was "well", to the European-travels, back-home…