Tag: Poetry
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Snowglobe
| Amanda Leal | We ribbon through the Blue Ridge Parkway, in the backseat of Laura’s Honda Element, fragments of rainbows bouncing from the crystal dangling on the rearview mirror, pink surgical masks face up on the dashboard, like flowers unfolding, or my life, gradually, falling open. The sawtooth of the mountains rises with my…
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