On a metro platform with my backpack and two carry-on bags scattered around me, I watched Lucille gracefully roll a cigarette, using the tobacco package balanced on her left forearm as a surface while the nimble, practiced fingers of her right hand did the fast work. She looked at me with bright eyes and spoke…
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biking through butterflies
I learned to bike when I was 26 years old on a bumpy, sandy road in Sub-Sahara Africa surrounded by butterflies. That’s the short version. The poetic version. The sarcastic version. It was a solo trip from Bouca – the rural village in Benin where I was serving as a Peace Corps Volunteer – to…
biking through butterflies 