This just in from Ghana…

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  • My mother says that my first real word, after the “dada-baba-mama”
    pleasantries, was “perfection.” Someone nearby said it, and I grabbed
    onto a guiding principle. It might as well have been “methamphetamine,”

    for all the promise of lasting contentment that it held. For those of
    us crippled by ideals, love is most possible when it’s already
    circumscribed by departure, or safely past.

    Dervala Hanley, whose Frappr map says she lives on the equator in the sea south of Ghana

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