The Mast-Head: Detained in the Congo
Zaire had attracted me for what I perceived as its perch on the knife edge between order and chaos. I had sought a challenge.
Zaire had attracted me for what I perceived as its perch on the knife edge between order and chaos. I had sought a challenge.
All the way to Florida and back it was my daughter, Nettie, who led me in the right direction, not the other way around.
The pleasure and practicality of a loaner.
What happens when loss is slow, the goodbye extended? Is it something to treasure or to dread?
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