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Last night I started to feel a little more at home here. Over baboti and solo cups of water and lemonade, talking about how we all feel a little out of place here in this small town. Homesick for Florida and South Africa and Catholic church. One lady who sometimes falls over when she laughs. A crush. Surfboards and philosophy. Five hundred pennies and bowls of rice. A few tiny children in pajamas and christmas dresses with chocolate smeared faces, slipping in socked feet and nodding off to sleep. Thank the Lord for church.

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