When the candles are lit, the marigolds are strung and the money is out, Laxmi will come. It doesn’t matter that the candles are standard tea lights from the Dollar Tree down the street and not the copper…
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A summer in Syracuse
It is time to get serious. No more wining the night away, fête after fête, for Carnival. No more all day beach sessions in California when only my hunger pangs could separate me from the sand. No more eats and greets and whatever my little heart desires. No. The fêtes have been replaced by writing, writing has taken over my beach days, and the eats and greets have been substituted with–writing. Syracuse, me, and my painstakingly expelled 6,452 words, have spent a beautiful summer together in grad school. And by beautiful I mean I never saw anything outside of my often blank computer screen…