Terns carry no pass-
port, respect no borders, write
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There in the back of the closet of the room that was once my room and is now a museum to childhood is a photo, slightly curled with age, of ten sc
May the road to fulfillment be long and steep and smeared with fog, moss-lined, leaf-strewn, rockslide-prone, oft-closed for repair, haunted, the
On a perfectly normal Saturday, the kind where normal humans do normal human things, I log online to check my bank account for fraud...
