Tag: 2016
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the world behind me, the cross before me.
// The window light is all white. My spoon dug into a grapefruit, my eyes scanned a book of poetry in front of me. It was January, 11:15 in the morning, and I felt quiet and small. I didn’t know then, although I desperately hoped, the New Year would be everything I wondered if it…
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more than changing planes
“Maybe you should go to Paris…” “To Paris?” “It helped me a lot. Have you ever been there?” “Oh, yes. Yes. Once. I was there for thirty-five minutes.” “Thirty-five minutes?” “Changing planes…” “Oh, but Paris isn’t for changing planes, it’s… it’s for changing your outlook, for… for throwing open the windows and letting in… letting…
McNeeley Ann 