Blog: Seamstress for the Band

This was no homecoming. This was a clandestine infiltration back into a city that I hoped had forgotten me. I came disguised as a tourist, complete with dark sunglasses, bulky camera and a full itinerary of museums and lowcountry dining. I was sure she wouldn’t remember me; her uprooted sidewalks and hidden gardens have surely hosted a million other lovers since then. The night I left so long ago, breathless and brokenhearted, I ran down King and Meeting with nothing but a stack of cds and one Birkenstock barely hanging on to my mehndi-dyed foot. Exhausted from the fighting, the [...]

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