Thursday, December 01, 2005
Union Jack
"Every night this week, Tambacounda ate yams and chicken with his family and best friends, laughing and telling stories around the campfire while watching shooting stars descend on their coastal cousins in Dakar. Not once did he awake trembling in sweaty terror, sneaking through the dark alleys of Boston, making his way to the harbor where he hoped to stow away on a ship headed for the Indies before his master or the slave bounty hunters could find him."
--from Going Home
http://archipelagonetwork.blogspot.com/2005/12/going-home.html
--from Going Home
http://archipelagonetwork.blogspot.com/2005/12/going-home.html
