Before leaving the Pacific Northwest, I was familiar with the sensation of being thirsty, the flavor of water becoming sweet after a long hot hike. But nothing could have prepared me for the type of thirst one experiences when deprived of color.
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Postcard No. 4 – A Storage Unit Somewhere In North America
The acrid smell of decomposing memories invaded my nostrils sending me through a thousand memories at once.
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Postcard No. 3 – Canada
From time to time, I’ll be sharing stories from my travels. They will be a collection of “postcards” from the road. Unlike my other work, these posts will not be essays. Rather, they will be un-edited on-the-go reflections made while staring out car windows, waiting in airport terminals, or enjoying a meal of new and exciting flavors. I hope you enjoy this slight detour in our journey together!
