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The last day of April is a bridge into knowing.
My birthday came and went. A wind blown through a sheer white curtain. As I was doing laundry today, I heard a noise above my head. A fluttering of wings. An impatience of flight. I jumped at the sound. tick tick tick. Looking up, I noticed that it was a dragonfly. The dragonfly was red.…
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When the entire apartment is at the pool but you wish to be at the lake in your childhood neighborhood.
I remember I visited my parents one summer in Hawaii. I bought a one way ticket. My dad knew I was depressed when he picked me up from the airport. It was in the way he said, “Hi pumpkin.” His voice lingering in the air. His octave dropping into a whisper on the last syllable.…
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The sense of nothing 