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LiteratureSky and ArrowWhen Vee had first arrived on Earth, she thought she’d never really pick her feet off the ground. She hated the sky. It was too wide. Too empty. It made her mistrust gravity. But when it came to maintaining a shuffle or running for her life, Vee chose to run. With her heart pounding loud in her ears, Vee burst out of the woods. She turned in a full circle, feet scuffling in the loose gravel that littered the dirt road. On one side was the woods they’d run full tilt through. Her bare calves stung with a multitude of tiny cuts from the wildflower underbrush that had seemed so pretty at first. But Vee felt every single minute gashAll

LiteratureSky and ArrowWhen Vee had first arrived on Earth, she thought she’d never really pick her feet off the ground. She hated the sky. It was too wide. Too empty. It made her mistrust gravity. But when it came to maintaining a shuffle or running for her life, Vee chose to run. With her heart pounding loud in her ears, Vee burst out of the woods. She turned in a full circle, feet scuffling in the loose gravel that littered the dirt road. On one side was the woods they’d run full tilt through. Her bare calves stung with a multitude of tiny cuts from the wildflower underbrush that had seemed so pretty at first. But Vee felt every single minute gashFeatured

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LiteratureSky and ArrowWhen Vee had first arrived on Earth, she thought she’d never really pick her feet off the ground. She hated the sky. It was too wide. Too empty. It made her mistrust gravity. But when it came to maintaining a shuffle or running for her life, Vee chose to run. With her heart pounding loud in her ears, Vee burst out of the woods. She turned in a full circle, feet scuffling in the loose gravel that littered the dirt road. On one side was the woods they’d run full tilt through. Her bare calves stung with a multitude of tiny cuts from the wildflower underbrush that had seemed so pretty at first. But Vee felt every single minute gashNonfiction

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LiteratureInto SmokeLight brings the darkness, a flash so bright the whole house sears in white-purple motion: the cat streaking for cover, the clock notioning out of time, an earthquake worth of thunder rumbling through the ground. Front to fronts, the cold sinks in through the North windows pulling the last candle flames into taut slivers that shiver a story: When the age of fire sputters, when bulbs are shuttered and wires fray, we will lay in silence, wrapped in the cold of ice-aged dreams.Poetry

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