Joseph Nichols on “The Summer of My Disquiet”

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“Last June, I disembarked from an early morning Portuguese airplane.  Two hours and a trip through customs later, my feet hit the cobblestoned streets of Lisbon, Portugal.  Temporal and spatial regularities ceased to exist; the city seemed timeless, the air felt, oddly, both British and Spanish at the same time.

I had arrived.”

See more of Joseph Nichols’ EKU Bluegrass Writers Studio blogpost here.


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