What Matters Today: The Fall Itch

My internal alarm clock woke me up a little earlier than I would have liked this morning. There was a chill in the air, one that — although it has been quite cool and less humid lately — I am not yet used to. In my brain, August should still be piping hot, even at…

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The Window

Golden dust in the air she imagined was there, but was not. With all her might, she willed it so, wishing with all the strength her 8-year-old self could muster that it would come on the breeze and lift her into the skies. Every night, a window left cracked open. Through the bitterness of winter…

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