Friends, both virtual and corporeal, who
support, question, correct, and laugh. The interest and energy of my
students. A range of places, limpidly beautiful, that feel like home
when I return to them. D: just D, in every way. Independence. A job
that's exhausting and challenging and thrilling. Language. Prospects
for peace. Food as a metaphor for social communion that slips between
the secular and the divine. The reminder that the things we love are
ephemeral and fortuitous, and we should kiss the joy as it flies.
Washington, DC
Thanksgiving, 2012
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