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I wait in the dark in the empty parking lot between the school and the garbage-strewn stream. I was told specifically to be here at 3:30 and ‘not to be late’. I’ve learned a lot in the 6 months since… Continue Reading →
Sissy sits in the garden with a book. She shimmers like a soap bubble in the evening light, so delicate, I’m afraid to breath. Sissy read all the time. I used to find it boring as hell, but now, what… Continue Reading →