Something I Dreamed Once
“How was Turkey?” kind friends and family have been asking. After being home for a couple of days, the only way I can think to describe it is as Lakshman says of his life in the Ramayana, “It’s like something I dreamed once, long ago, far away.” If you promise to come over, we’ll serve tea in clear glasses, show you the whole album, and send you away with a cobalt blue charm to ward off the evil eye.