Sunday Stories: “Tourists”

Tourists by Asha Dore I was ten years old when my family traveled to Key West to visit the southernmost point in America, the point by which my father stood in a photograph with his brother in 1954, both of them children carrying wooden swords and frowning at the camera. They stood in front of the dock that is supposedly the southernmost point, but at that time, to those boys, that point anchored the whole world. Their father had just […]

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