@lit-society book fair 3: beach reads + summer of salt
And as we stood there— Just like on the day of our births— The skies opened up. And it began to pour.
seen from Japan
seen from United Kingdom
seen from China

seen from Israel

seen from France
seen from Saudi Arabia
seen from Italy
seen from France
seen from Germany

seen from Peru
seen from United States

seen from Canada
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States

seen from United States
seen from Austria
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from China
@lit-society book fair 3: beach reads + summer of salt
And as we stood there— Just like on the day of our births— The skies opened up. And it began to pour.
@lit-society book fair 3: beach reads + summer of salt by katrina leno
we loved with a love that was more than love
The island was back to its usual self, heavy with the thick heat of another summer's end, a mugginess that could be picked up in your palms and saved for a later day.
katrina leno, summer of salt
And I thought— In a million years, if some archaeologists unearthed the remains of By-the-Sea from the bottom of the seafloor (an Atlantis for a distant generation!), and found this rock with these words guarding these tiny, fragile bird bones, they would have no fucking idea what to make of us. And that was fine with me.
read in 2018: summer of salt // katrina leno
on the island of by-the-sea, you could always smell two things: salt and magic.
On the island of By-the-Sea you could always smell two things: salt and magic.
summer of salt by katrina leno