A Literary Journal for New and Established Voices

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World of Differing Perspectives

Instead of huddling to get away from the rain, the cold, and the miserable feeling of being soaked, I suddenly realized I could allow myself to feel the raindrops as my raincoat.

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Seeing My Parents

In their close calls and slower movements, I see my future. I struggle to stave it off, desperately trying to keep up with my young adult children, working out, bracing my core, refusing to bow to the twinges and aches of my age.

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