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this morning I woke up early and watched the light come up over Brooklyn. the skyline going soft and gold for a few quiet minutes before the trains start screaming and everybody remembers where they have to be. it felt like the first day of something. or maybe just another day. sometimes those feel the…
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it’s dark at 5 pm now. dinner is at 6 pm. mom and abuela are making something special tonight, Spanish croquettes, one of my favorites. every year, this part of fall sneaks up on me, and I can feel the change in my chest, like a heavy ache. there’s something about losing those daylight hours…
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I was four when began to play music. suddenly, I understood silence. silence is the language of the beginning of a song, when I hold an intruding melody to my chest for the first time. it vanishes at the sound of my voice. it’s the language of the question when I search for a musical phrase and I ask…
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