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Captured Strangers

A blemish on the film, like a spot of unwanted fingernail polish on a sweater. A stranger’s hand, a T-shirt sleeve             in my photograph. Trapped for always, stolen without their permission. And I’ll never know their names… Ghosts, outlines of … Continue reading

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I Touched a Dead Jellyfish

I’m not a rebel at heart— I found it difficult to swallow that salty air while glancing around at all those people. Revolutionaries, but somewhere back home they all had books with their names printed on the inside. They were … Continue reading

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