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A Letter to E
Coco Thompson
It blurs past me, too fast, too fleeting, for the moment. The yellow sign welcomes me back at the state line, and as I cross that border it feels like I am suddenly 16 again. The jaundiced winter grass, trees naked without their leaf coat. ‘It’s all… sticky’ is what I had said the first time I saw this version of December. …
Dead Lines – Excerpt
Magnolia Yang
Diamonds could not be made without pressure.
So, as Corwin’s eyes narrowed when he saw the photograph of his soon-to-be mentees, he quickly determined them to be failures.
