“This was love, to be eager for tomorrow.” – Chimamanda Ngozi Adochie
I don’t know why we love differently. Why we are still able to find love.
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In New Orleans, I collected curiosities as I patiently waited for Mr. Wu. I observed tourist’s shoes as they gracefully navigated the French Quarter’s cobblestone streets. I saw discarded squeezed limes, sleeping bodies under hand-stitched quilts, and a beautiful bartender eating her giant grapes in half bites.