An Ode to Miriam
From Emily
Her arms were around my neck and she was laughing,
She doesn’t do this much so it mattered to me.
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by Sarahi Lopez
I can feel it staring at me. It’s standing by the far corner of the bed, hunched over.
Read Moresentiments from the garden
by Yitzel Serna
dear mr. weed,
i’m writing to send my apologies on your rather hasty removal from my garden this past saturday.
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