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Nov 30, 2006 11:35

four days left in lamu and then back to mombasa for a week to write this thing up but i'm nervous even to write now because everything's up in the air. that's not stopping me from laying on a beach today though. nor did it yesterday. i'm watching my camels. even though i didn't see them yesterday. feeling a little guilty that i lied to this ( Read more... )

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thegalallama November 30 2006, 08:58:33 UTC

It has been way to long since we have seen each other chicka. Obscenely long, actually. I love reading about all of your crazy times, and you can hopefully laugh about them one day.

Kayleigh! anonymous December 2 2006, 12:53:17 UTC

Nina has a stomach parasite in Switzerland!
Makes me think of youuuuu
Love,Hannah Piercey

gramma_mary December 3 2006, 17:52:56 UTC

That is the most beautiful letter. You reach the heart of matters so quickly and articulately.

In the beginning of this adventure you worried out loud about changing -- maybe too much, in unwanted directions, perhaps. From the way you sound now, worry isn't necessary. You sound as if you've become more fully who you have been all along, entered the next phase of your life with stronger direction and confidence.

And on to that fourth quarter Hail Mary.

Love and hugs.

anonymous December 4 2006, 21:37:10 UTC

kayleigh! i'm so glad you gave me the address because now i get to catch up on your adventures. conference week has been mellow so far. i just saw pascale eating sushi with max martin in one of the study rooms in the basement of the library. next semester, i am taking three social sciences--can you believe it? (econ, law, and politics, ahhh.) we miss you so much. akiva says hello! i will be in new jersey after school ends in december, but don't think that's going to stop me from hopping on a train to swamp you with kisses and hugs. <3<3<3maggie

the end of this chapter anonymous December 10 2006, 23:30:38 UTC

Kit, darling, friend of Hannah, I have read with amazement (and amusement) of your journey, both the literal and figurative. Maybe you are home now and your mom can stop aging in dog years. I have thought of you often, of shared and separate experiences. How well you have captured the vast differences, and absurd similarities of our world. This year I have a student in my class, a girl child, probably from the Sudan. Without dwelling on where she has been and what she has seen, she is now in Utah, of all places. Mountains, snow, pizza pockets for school lunch, Christians everywhere and they are all white, or so it seems. The circle of her life, the distance and nearness, makes me dizzy because maybe in Africa she met someone like you and you've met me and things then drawer closer than ever. I talk with Hannah on Sundays and soon I will have her home too. Both of you so far from where you were last year but still wrestling with conference work, end of the term overload, yours relieved by conversations with camels, hers with catching ( ... )