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KIROKAZE
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Cosimo Galluzzi
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Claire Keane

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"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"

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Kiana Khansmith
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Sweet Seals For You, Always
Keni
Fai_Ryy

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The Bright Sessions
Mike Driver

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Wrestlemania X7
4-1-2001
I LIKE TO IMAGINE THIS THING IS THE SIZE OF A BUILDING.
On Seatbelts and Sunsets Hanif Abdurraqib
what resembles the grave but isnât, anne boyer // i didnât apologize to the well, mahmoud darwish (trans. fady joudah).
Joy Sullivan, âIf I Had a Hundred Lives to Liveâ, Instructions for Traveling West
[ Begin ID: A screenshot of black text. The last two words of the first paragraph, and the entire second paragraph, are highlighted in green. The text reads: If I Had a Hundred Lives to Live
One of them would be on the side of the mountain with sheep and a speckled doe. I'd hunt eggs each morning, knit sweaters made of wool. Or, I'd be a man in New York, thighs on the subway spread like a little god. Learn to move through the world without flinching. Or maybe I'd marry myself to a piano, play tunes on the second floor of a townhouse in Prague. Watch all my neighbors dance. Maybe I'd write a book about moonglades or master the souffle. See opera at the Teatro Colon. Pluck foxgloves on the Western Cape. Or maybe,
I'd hurry back to this life, the one where you are standing beside the open window looking drosy and beautiful, a half-eaten pear in your left hand. What? You ask, handing me the other half while we silently watch the rain. / End ID ]
Joy Sullivan, âIf I Had a Hundred Lives to Liveâ, Instructions for Traveling West
Kaveh Akbar, from "Pilgrim Bell", Pilgrim Bell
[text: Somewhere between wonder. And shame. I live in a great mosque. Built on top of a flagpole. Whatever happens happens. Loudly. All day I hammer the distance. Between earth and me. Into faith. Blue light pulls in through.'
Stephanie Foo, What My Bones Know: A Memoir of Healing from Complex Trauma
Mary Oliver, from âOf Loveâ, Red Bird
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margaret atwood, november
You donât have to belong everywhere!
to walk invisible: the brontë sisters (2016) written and directed by sally wainwright