I have been living on an island for almost two months.
When I arrived it was the height of summer; August—the month of vacation people and crowded shores. And while this is not my first time on this particular island, it is my first time in memory. To return is to revisit that part of me already possessed. The feeling: "like being caught by a wave when …
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