observations the city hums a lullaby of sirens a concrete cradle of restless dreams. the moon’s rays draw silver stripes on…
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half lives i think about it often the half of my life the half of my life i will live without…
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Written by Neena Atkins, a 15-year-old student journalist interested in the intersection of international relations, women’s rights, and history. I’m an…
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Music It is all around us It is a living thing It flows from one place to another Leaving joy or sorrow…
