I know how older people feel, when they return to a country abandoned long ago…
A living room window with vapor rising, Frames a moose huddling over the steam for warmth.
Read MoreOf all the places I lived, the beach was closest on Guam. I remember white sand on northern island beaches burning my feet, and those same feet running tourist crowded expanses to the promise of cool, aquamarine lagoons…
Read MoreI miss waking up to the salty air and seeing the small dots of surfers on the water paddling out to catch a wave back in…
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