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I write it down, it happens next
Most of the holidays with which I grew up meaningfully have to do with memory, so what I actually did for Juneteenth was leave a stone at the Royall House and Slave Quarters, this ghost-ground of New England I didn't know existed until just a few years ago, complicating and true.
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It seemed an appropriate thing to do.