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Alice, noun; 1. There was a sparrow clasped on the hem of her gray shirt; flecks of orange in a brown braid trailing down; deep eyes; brown, and not at all cursory;around the lengths of the grace and proportion was com•plex•ion, curvature and collarbone; 2. hiding between ribs, an idea; a neck:

I function in Times New Roman size 12 font in speed walking for participation points in rows of plastic desks too small for textbooks   It’s a central part of me can’t be severed cause it’s leeched to the flesh of my brain   like that tiredness that lies behind my eyes the tiredness that [&h

As she called on me to read  aloud, a memory swirled warm    like a summer breeze across the deep  Atlantic: rocking on a black-and-white   checked chair by a gas fireplace where my Mom opened Robert    Frost and we memorized  poems together. She sat    close to the flames and melted  a h

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By Gabrielle Crone            Only a hillbilly would bring their injured dog to the vet using twine as a leash.  At least that’s what our vet, Westley, announced when he saw my grandpa, Charles Bailey, in the lobby of the clinic twine leash in hand.  Gizmo had injured his paw, most [&helli

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