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In The Warmth of the Golden Sun

By Jaiden Li

It is a nondescript summer day. Hot, but in the way all summer days are, entirely unremarkable on its own. My mother, ever the artist, takes one look at the sprawling canvas of blues and grays and browns before her, so at odds with the outside world, and decides it needs remedying.


Ladoos

By Anonymous

Market spices always made me feel ill. The aroma would go straight to the back of my olfactory cortex, pounding the inner walls of my head.


The Sky

By Nima Dana

I look up at the clear sky
Scattered with white dots like a polka-dotted tie
The cosmos,
Filled with rocks and trash, space compost.
If each small star is a sun and our sun is so big
If we are so small to our sun, the smallest of stars.
Then what am I in space?


Growing Up and Down

By Saskia Sommer

“You’ve grown”


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