Terns carry no pass-
port, respect no borders, write
long-titled haiku
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Read The Family-Separation Files here
Terns carry no pass-
port, respect no borders, write
long-titled haiku
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Read The Family-Separation Files here
I didn’t get you roses from Ecuador, nor one of those cards you grab, in a rush, at the checkout line...
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Mom used to warn me that too much of anything —piety, vegetables, even reading—can be harmful. But growing up, I brushed my teeth irregularly at best. In the chaotic mornings, no one had time...