Wednesday, September 9, 2009


Whenever I'm in the States, I wear a tiny pink forget-me-not bobble on a thin gold chain around my neck. My mom & dad gave it to me for Christmas one year. Whenever I'm in Africa, I take it off; I leave it at home. Not wearing it is almost the same as wearing it, though. My neck can't get used to not feeling its presence, to being bare. The feel of the absence of the necklace is almost as solid as the feel of the weight of the necklace. I always am aware that it's waiting for me, here, at home.

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