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Wealth announces itself with what’s easy to break and impossible to clean.
A vacant-eyed man studied a tram schedule under Plexiglas, but it was clear that no map could show him where he was headed.
Turning I would to I did is the grammar of growing up.
As the mother of a 15-year-old, this makes me smile every time I read it.
The bouncer had the flattened, scarred face of a well-loved anvil.
Fires twitched through the grates of rusted ash cans. Weird how fires shiver as if they’re the ones cold.
I am gifted with doubt, treasure it as I would a final revelation, as if I have made the call and heard the response and cannot know if the voice in my throat is my own or the echo of the answer I seek.
