Writing letters to family from long trips to faraway lands:) feels too much like writing short stories. Inescapably, I veer of into describing minute and unimportant things, like flowers on windowsills, statues of Saint Francis of Assisi in dark alleyways, jellyfish in havens, stuff like that. There is nothing about me in such letters. That feels
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