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Art, Fiction, Film, Poetry, Theatre, & Other Imaginings
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By Sara Swallow  When you finally decide
that walking is better than having your feet up, you move to the place where water is always, and there is no bill.
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By .chisaraokwu.  Say love. Not the shutting of closet doors,
But light. The olive branch & thornless rose. The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
By Kriti Das  My study table always faces an eastward window
So nothing obstructs the first rays of light On their way to my books. The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
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By Charlotte L. Oakeby  I write this on the day I turn nineteen,
and as I reflect on what my tender life has been, The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
 She wakes up and remembers the umbrella, she left it open last night because she wanted to keep something in the front hall while she slept alone upstairs. The umbrella is black and her hair is white and work in telecommunications is finally exciting with a new young supervisor who calls her ‘honey’ when she leaves.The clear glass on her bedside table is full meaning she didn’t need a drink in the middle of the night and her socks are rolled tight under her pillow meaning her dreams were filled with forgotten coats and trains to Belgium and back. The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
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