Water is the exile, carried back in cans and flasks, the ghost between your hands and your mouth.
I am not in love with him, I am in love with ghosts. So is he, he's in love with ghosts.
Every immigrant family, it seems, has someone who does not belong in the new country they have come to. It feels like permanent exile to that one brother or wife who cannot stand a silent fate in Boston or London or Melbourne. I’ve met many who remain haunted by the persistent ghost of an earlier place.
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