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Moving

I couldn’t stay. Not with every memory of us littering the streets of the city, playing out like the scenes of a movie. The corner store where we’d buy off-brand Oreos and use them as spoons for the pints and pints of ice cream we’d go through in a weekend. The local coffee shop where… Continue reading Moving

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hurricanes

The clouds started rolling in one by one. I wasn’t prepared for a storm; the forecast has shown not a cloud in the sky from Miami all the way to New York City. It started out small, like the small sun showers that leave the day looking more beautiful than ever before. The kinds that… Continue reading hurricanes

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Roots

Roots   The roots tried to spread throughout the garden. The vines rose and climbed up the walls, And entangled in the rooftop gutters. The rainwater built, Up and up and up, Drowning her.   Spreading far and wide, but never deep, The roots tried to conquer all dry land. The sun couldn’t reach the… Continue reading Roots