It's a two-diary block party! Yasu's opener is here, so y'all make sure you remind folks to come over here.
Y'all know I cant post a diary without saying something. I often feel guilty about being away so long, but I hope you all understand that you're with me now every time I think of home, every time I go home, and every time I tell someone about the beaches and marshes I grew up on. In a way, in that maleable quality of memory, you've all become part of home for me. Even memories of my childhood bring thoughts of you - sitting at the kitchen table last summer, waiting for my chicory to perk: writing you about crabbing and fishing and fireworks, explaining turtle hurdles, talking about days and nights spent on the water - you're all there now, even as part of my memories of childhood.
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