Leslie Kendall Dye | Longreads | June 2019 | 24 minutes (6,524 words)
They say you can't go home again, but I never stop trying. Sometimes I conjure the scent of jacaranda trees mixed with swimming pool chlorine, the sweet-then-sour first bite of kumquats, the faces of the little foxes in the bushes, the gleam of their eyes in the dark. The longer I live outside of Los Angeles, the more its mysteries call to me, as though the city itself were a piece of unfinished business. Maybe "unfinished business" is the very definition of home.
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