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By Susan Cornford  “You have to retire, Aunt May.”
“But, Lily, I only get my spells a little bit wrong!”
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 Virgo Horoscope for July 25th, 2021
-Adapted from Astrology.com and MacKenzie Greer Try to keep things possible today, Virgo. The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
By Rachel Chitofu  The orange whorl barricades the wind,
Arched spine breaking August's brown song The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
By Nadia Benjelloun  The howling of the wind and the shaking of the décor on the shelves added to the gloomy air of the dimly lit bedroom. Another minor tremor. Sleep has already been lost for a couple of hours now. It was the rise of dawn and the friskiness of the early morning has breached itself inside the house. In the grayness out yonder, it looked like a storm was brewing. The window was already wet with dew. And when the pitter patter of the raindrops could finally be heard inside, the memory washes over me.
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By Jen Hughes  I was a barracuda emerging from a breakup,
You were a mild-mannered minnow, Who went by the Kracken That became barnacle-like, I know (I hope) I was a hiccup. The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
By Jen Hughes  My heart lives in your ribcage.
My love implodes in my eyes. Know that it’s no whim. I’m crazed, But I’m stable by your side. The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
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By Catheryne Gagnon  When I wake up
Shrouded in sadness I remember that tragedy was weaved Into the letters of my name Bound with reverent tenderness To echoes of glass broken in shards Swept under poured cement And daisies piercing the soil I was born under a veiled sky in May It was unseasonably cold The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
By Saloni Kaul  All through life we’re riddled with extremes keen
Like towering highs and touching rock bottom That render complicated thriving in between If we take them to heart, like birthdays, eggs rotten. The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
By Catheryne Gagnon  I blame you for the distance
On a ship that I steer I look for lands that I will scorch For lovely things In violent light seem harsher The longer you look And I know monsters are real |
