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A Letter to My Mother, Who I Love Very Much and Who I Hope Doesn’t Read This
By Elizabeth JosephWhen I needed a white sheet for Toga day at school, my father immediately gave me his own white cloth. The weave was loose and rough, with a smooth strip of gold running down one side, so large I thought it was a sari.
Flowers Exist on the Moon
By Maggie GolshaniFidgeting my leg against a familiar school desk, the dreadful anticipation always washes over me while listening to roll call on the first day of school.
Taylor
By Abigail CottinghamHis taste in music was mayonnaise: bland and unappreciated by most of the population. I guess you could say I love mayonnaise. We attended the same school, but a year separated us so we didn’t have any classes together.
replaced
By Emma NicholsonDay and night become irrelevant
Time is no longer marked by the movement of the sun
But rather the hours passed in front of a screen