When you carry on
the deer antlers you bought in
an antique store in
Hanoi (carefully wrapped, of
course), be prepared for
some strange looks as they pass through
the x-ray machine.
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A view of the ocean. A car containing sand and soggy wetsuits. A house full of books, boys, laundry and love. A poem, a picture, a rumination.
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