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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Message from the Future Sup myself from 2024! Oh gosh, it was a tough year for you. Contests, classwork, cramming, and…
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While taking this picture, I realized that no matter where you are, when you see a sunset you know someone is always…
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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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Whispers of A Rose In gardens where the roses bloom, Beneath the sun, beneath the moon, Their petals whisper tales of yore,…