This is a brief collection of emails exchanged in the years following our return to the US from Africa. Much of their meaning is likely lost to those outside their certain situation. . .their authors came together at a boarding school in Africa, and there dreamed of one day coming "home", but when they got here they lost something they did not understand. So they wrote; to recapture what was lost or to move on to something new no one was altogether sure.

A closing note from the compiler


I’m sorry it took so long to finish, but after all, it wasn’t easy.  Our story, of which these emails gathered here are but a small glimpse, has not ended, and these tangled words are but a fraction of all those words that we dared whisper only to each other during those first years back. . .and many of them reflect little of the words we speak today.

I am tempted to insert some sort of grand finale at this, the end of my paltry collection of thoughts, but such luxuries are not afforded to me because they are not my thoughts. . .they were ours.

buffalo soldier 
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