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Jacinda Speaks

My fifteenth summer, I poured tears from two earthen pitchers and half the tears fell on dry ground and the other half spilled into the lake where the ripples spread like whispers in empty echo chambers.

Genie in Pieces

Father is the name for what guards the front door. The world outside is full of noise. A truck, a lawnmower, a dog, and then another.