The Waves By Natalie Intihar Cole sits, perched at the end of my bed. With his head in his hands, he just stares off into space, and I watch him, tapping my foot against the shag carpet. My head is completely spinning and I’m at a complete loss for words. It is a good thing … Continue reading 2020-2021 Full Issue
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