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At church camp, in a air raid shelter in wartime England, on an old flatbed trailer
By Our ReadersNovember 1988The Alphabet Lady; a broad, black, shiny feather; a penny on the tip of the lion’s nose
By Our ReadersOctober 1988A left-hand turn; a dew-laced web; a piece of blue paper, folded once
By Our ReadersSeptember 1988Playing with dolphins, finding things to enjoy, flying kites
By Our ReadersAugust 1988Being a tree, meeting the neighbors, growing larger than pains
By Our ReadersJuly 1988Adopting, reconnecting with an old friend, being AWOL in peacetime
By Our ReadersJune 1988Feeling safe in a father’s arms, sighting a lost yo-yo in the lake, being on Mars
By Our ReadersMarch 1988Personal, political, provocative writing delivered to your doorstep every month—without a single ad.
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