Kelsey Vang

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A warmth filled my chest like tea poured into a cup. I let go a breath. He wanted me to acknowledge him beyond his role as my teacher. He wanted me to say that I noticed him, which he has said to me, in a sense, many times, in his responses to my work and when he tries to talk to me.
Drinker of Ink
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