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    Fall

    Fall   Bright green turns to scorched yellow Leaves glide from branches to the ground Down, down, down.   The burning sun sinks faster to the ground The scent of autumn,…

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    The Last Time

    I can’t remember the last time I saw you, but I’ll never forget the first. You were like the girl from the movies: picture perfect with white skin and even whiter…

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    Perfectionism

    In high school, I learned about the “duck syndrome”: someone who appears to be effortlessly gliding on top of the water, but below the surface their legs are thrashing around, struggling…

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    The Storm

    The storm rolled in softly, without a sound. Like a lioness hunting her prey. Patiently, it waited to strike.   A little girl sat by her window as the first wave…

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    Protests and Patriots

    When thinking of patriotism, some might conjure up an image of people clad in cowboy boots and denim, waving American flags, and blasting country music. Others might picture military personnel fighting…

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    Dear Boy I Met at Shooters

    Dear Boy I Met at Shooters, I wasn’t drunk, just a little light-headed. Sober from waiting in line to get inside in the first place. It didn’t take long to get…

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    Doors of Durham

    Much like eyes being windows to the soul, doors deeply characterize the greater space surrounding them. This essay strives to capture the essence of various locales through the motif of doors.…