Tuesday, June 9, 2020
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Letters by Jasmin Salas
Letters Jasmin Salas I couldn’t sleep the night my mother passed away. My sisters and I laid in our shared bed, covering our entire bodies ...
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https://iwp.uiowa.edu/whitmanweb/en/writings/song-of-myself/section-31 https://poets.org/poem/song-myself-32 at times, i wonder if walt...
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Every morning at 5 o’clock, the train bellows and chugs a mile away from my home, crossing under the concrete bridge that I drive acros...
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How do you begin a story? I’m guessing you’d have to track down a protagonist first. One that is charming and elegant, but can get their ha...
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