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  • Letters to Pangea: Life Imitates Art

    Spring has become my favorite season. As a kid, it was always winter, which does still remain a close second. A snow-covered landscape feels clean, calm, and soothing to me. No mosquitoes or ticks come to take my blood, no flies attack my food, and a romp through the woods is not soured by the…

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  • On the Death of my Grandmother

    It was mid-November, just starting to get chilly where I live. The sky was cloudy and gray, so that the room was dimly lit even through the large windows, and despite only being afternoon, it felt as though the sun had set already. I sat across from my boss’s boss, as he peered at me…

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