Friday, August 24, 2007

Dear Savannah,
Maybe the best part of traveling is the enjoyment of coming home. Not home to a town or building, but something else. Something other.
You seemed to understand. Willingly you offered up photos, souvenirs, and memories....
but you gave them over to be taken away, knowing that we would take them back to some other place. Home.

Back to the shower with the correct water pressure. Back to the clean sheets your wife just put on the bed. Back to the dog hair on your white shirt.

Chin up. We'll always have Abercorn.

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