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1 " For Maman, Stopping to smell every flower as we wend our way across the country to savor all the history feast our eyes on museums on art, on eachother because we know a country lies between us. Time and distance are weak enemies. We pay them no mind. "
― Brian Sonia-Wallace , The Poetry of Strangers: What I Learned Traveling America
2 " We cross the vast expanse- we are no strangers to oceans and so we are home everywhere. Laughing in one another's presence, stopping to smell each leaf and bud - we know these are the only real things. "
3 " This is a manifesto for the vampires unseen in mirrors, encountering themselves in camp 70s horror with a glow of recognition, always rooting for the monsters who are at least honest to themselves, at least not pretending altruism. Fallen but still loud. And the heroes all blend into one another but we remember our stories by their villains. "
4 " In an age of social media, we never really leave a place as long as we know someone there. "
