death
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some places feel like they know how to hold loneliness — not fix it, just hold it. bliNK came from a walk I took through one of my go-to parks, late in the day, sky bruised with light. the park sits high on a hill, with quiet paths and a wide view of the New…
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recently, abuela says her body is shrinking. day by day, inch by inch. she claims she is now the size of a matchstick, a whisper, a breath between words. she laughs when she says it, but I see her pressing her palms together, measuring the space she still takes up in this world. one day,…
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if this year were a book, it would be the kind without periods—just commas—where life kept running, often out of my hands. it’s been a tricky year, one that reminds you the worst might not be behind you, only to surprise you again. and yet, here I am, a year older since I started posting…
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I like visiting the cemetery. Green-Wood is the famous one in town. it is filled with grassy slopes, walking trails, fountains and ponds. Holy Cross is the one I go to most often. most days, it’s difficult for me to consider my course through the world. but when I’m there, imagining people’s lives from the…
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