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At church camp, in a air raid shelter in wartime England, on an old flatbed trailer
November 1988The Alphabet Lady; a broad, black, shiny feather; a penny on the tip of the lion’s nose
October 1988A left-hand turn; a dew-laced web; a piece of blue paper, folded once
September 1988Adopting, reconnecting with an old friend, being AWOL in peacetime
June 1988Feeling safe in a father’s arms, sighting a lost yo-yo in the lake, being on Mars
March 1988Has something we published moved you? Fired you up? Did we miss the mark? We’d love to hear about it.
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