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Deja Vu

April 1, 2016

  The smells of the Agean Sea reached my nose before I saw the glassy blue water; not strong, but sincere. Maybe like a pile of wet seaweed you knew was there but weren’t offended. 

As you’ve read, I spent 6th, 7th, and 8th grades in a suburb of Athens, and have been keen to see the country again. 

It hasn’t changed much. Still a dirty and aged and worn, just like it was 50 years ago. I’ve had the opportunity to speak a little Greek, to look at the fishing boats getting ready to go out. 

  I’m back. This is going to be a great week. 

From → Writing Fiction

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