i remember

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June 8, 2019: wondering if these could be the muses...

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Jennifer Crandall on Instagram: “Fireside times in Alabama continued. THE PORTRAIT SERIES: 1: "...angelheaded hipster burning for the ancient heavenly connection..." 2: The…”

8 Likes, 1 Comments - Jennifer Crandall (@jenncrandall) on Instagram: “Fireside times in Alabama continued. THE PORTRAIT SERIES: 1: "...angelheaded hipster burning for…”

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Jennifer Crandall on Instagram: “Back in Alabama hanging with Michelle by the fire. THE CREATURE SERIES: 1: Mildly flummoxed naked mole rat (cause undetermined): Awassa,…”

26 Likes, 6 Comments - Jennifer Crandall (@jenncrandall) on Instagram: “Back in Alabama hanging with Michelle by the fire. THE CREATURE SERIES: 1: Mildly flummoxed naked…”

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when Virginia Mae read Verse One from Walt Whitman’s “Song of Myself” for our “Whitman, Alabama” project.

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late 1990s: drag race

washington, d.c.

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early 2000s: “not now.”

columbia, missouri

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march 26, 2016: caymen, cayan, cohen and patricia

easter

pinson, alabama

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march 26, 2016: josiah

easter

pinson, alabama

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march 8, 2016: graves 

morris, alabama

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march 8, 2016: john

morris, alabama

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when headstands were my fun.

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the time they gave me only 4 bullets for the AK-47 and strict instructions to stay on semi-automatic. No idea how it got switched to fully-.

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a small wine buzz during small talk with the small man Aristide. There were more words but "ban ti kòb" are the only ones I recall offering.

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Belize, Part 1. Fry jack and hives. Guava and shit. The enormous offer of that small bowl of soup. The old school bus for a public bus for our rocky Hummingbird Highway journey down the savanna that night. (The horizon glowed orange in the dark -- fire on the earth or sun coming up, I don't remember.) The tent heating up on the beach, sweat on my face, and a glimpse of a whale shark's back. The “hurt me help me” tree. The fig tree. Popping a squat under a flood of stars and the boys taking care of us deep in the village caves. "Hey there China gurrl!" Diving nausea. Todd's devoted cow. Hammocks. The little girl that has since passed.

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him saying, “now you are stuck in a bathroom with six drunk horny danish men.” And then they serenaded me.

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becoming aware that place is what I use to tell time and how I orient every memory.

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needing to make sure I could find a 90 minute blank tape. Not a 60 minute tape. 90. At 60 minutes "Pour Some Sugar on Me" would fit back to back 10 times. At 90 minutes I crammed it in a glorious 16. So much more satisfying even though both boom box and walkman had auto-reverse.