Away
For only the fourth time in my life, I cried as I was finishing a book.
Away, by Amy Bloom.
Away, by Amy Bloom.
This started as a travelogue to Turkey in the fall '05 so that I wouldn't have to send multiple emails and postcards. I'm still adding anecdotes as I remember them, but it's morphing into a "rant to the ether" spot. Stay, or go. This is my bit of space to do with what I wish.
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