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A Brew of Life
Earlier at the café, I was handed a freshly brewed mug of “something” to drink. I wasn’t allowed to choose flavors, nor the toppings that came along with it. This was a special brew—made exclusively for me. I objected to … Continue reading
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Almost Home
There was a thick, unbearable stench that filled the air surrounding the village dumpster. Kicking an empty cola bottle and scaring away an emaciated street cat, Duha plugged her nose as she scurried past the landfill. Because of that dumpster, Duha dreaded taking … Continue reading
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In Memory of Childhood Imagination
I absolutely love toys. There, I said it… My confession of loving childish knickknacks might sound embarrassing, but I think I’ll allow myself to give in to a little public humiliation–just this once–for the purpose of getting … Continue reading
Power of the Small: Fingers
While studying the human body, my tenth grade biology teacher dedicated a day for studying the structure of human hands. She told us, in an attempt to communicate the importance of our fingers, to tape a Popsicle stick to each finger from … Continue reading
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