Kyle Weik
The clouds storming in faster. My heart racing as you climbed higher and higher and higher. Your backpack slipping and falling back to earth.
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Subhravanu Das
The door of a gambling den masquerading as a drycleaning shop. Sometimes, people have to shoulder collective responsibility and not look for engineered solutions.
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Cora Schipa
I feel like a scarecrow or the kid cast as a tree in the school play: everyone knows I’m not what I say I am.
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Sarp Sozdinler
The room filled with honeyed light, or maybe the syrupy memory of it, and the birds gathered in the corners, clicking their beaks in gratitude.
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