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Mike Driver

Origami Around
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Three Goblin Art
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Janaina Medeiros

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Jules of Nature
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Monterey Bay Aquarium

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Sofia Higgins
“A cloud of dust appeared in my rearview mirror. I stopped and ran back. Monty’s car was crumpled like an accordion against a telephone pole. The motor was running like hell; I could smell gas. I managed to reach in the window and turn off the ignition, but it was so dark I couldn’t see inside the car. I didn’t know where Monty was. He seemed to have disappeared. I ran and drove my car back and shone the headlights into Monty’s car. Then I saw him curled under the dahsboard. He’d been pushed there by the force of the crash. His face was torn away- a bloody pulp. I thought he was dead. I drove back to Elizabeth’s shaking like a leaf and pounded on the door. ‘There’s been a terrible accident!’ I yelled, ‘I don’t know whether Monty’s dead or alive- get an ambulance quick!’ Mike Wilding and I both tried to keep Elizabeth from coming down to the car with us but she fought us off like a tiger. ‘No! No! I’m going to Monty!’ she screamed, and she raced down the hill. She was like Mother Courage. Monty’s car was so crushed you couldn’t open the front door, so Liz got through the back door and crawled over the seat. Then she crouched down and cradled Monty’s head in her lap. He gave a little moan. Then he started to choke. He pantomimed weakly to his neck. Some of his teeth had been knocked out and his two front teeth were lodged in his throat. I’ll never forget what Liz did. She stuck her fingers down his throat and she pulled those teeth. Otherwise he would have choked to death.” -Kevin McCarthy
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