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    CLIMBING CROAGH PATRICK – By Ellie White

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    CLIMBING CROAGH PATRICKBy Ellie White  “Fortune Assists the Brave” – a Scottish battle cryAbout halfway up the mountain, the air feels thinner. If this were another day, on another trip, it might be...

    “THE TRUTH OF BEING AS NON BEING” A Search for Truth within...

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    THE TRUTH OF BEING AS NON BEINGA Search for Truth within a Limited PerceptionBy Lauren Bush In “The Medium of Fiction”, William H. Gass suggests, “That novels should be made of...

    SHATTERED AT FIVE – By L. B. Boe

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    SHATTERED AT FIVEBy L.B. Boe Uncle Mike built an apartment for us in his basement where the four of us—Mom, my brother and sister, and I—lived while Daddy was...

    HANDBOOK – By John P. Midkiff

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    HANDBOOKBy John P. Midkiff Another day kneeling on the purple-carpeted spring floor. Cartwheel, back walkover, back handspring, round-off two. Skill after skill, every kid is different, and I spot...

    SOME THOUGHTS ON TRAVEL – By Royce Adams

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    SOME THOUGHTS ON TRAVELBy Royce Adams The other evening, my wife suggested we should travel to Japan based on kudos from friends who had just visited. Usually, when my...

    THE CRYING THRESHOLD – By Emma Fuhs

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    THE CRYING THRESHOLDBy Emma Fuhs Annie stops crying when she reads an article about how the saddest people are too sad to cry.  It’s called The Crying Threshold.Since Annie...

    SONOGRAM IN MEDIA RES – By Carla Arellano

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    SONOGRAM IN MEDIAS RESBy Carla E. Arellano Today, I said the words, “My abortion…” and I stopped.  They tumbled out of my heart and fell out of my lips. ...

    IMPRESSIONS FROM THE LAND OF VANISHED BEAUTIFUL THINGS

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    IMPRESSIONS FROM THE LAND OF VANISHED BEAUTIFUL THINGS By Stephen Mead       "All that glitters is not gold", is a useful cautionary phrase some sources site as dating back to Aesop.  I imagine during the...

    SAN BERNARDINO – By Taylor Hall

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    SAN BERNARDINOBy Taylor Hall I ask if she minds if I kiss her, and she says she doesn’t. She never minds, big eyes always fixed on the sky, or...

    WE ARE THE BUFFALO – By Kaylynn Raschke

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    WE ARE THE BUFFALOBy Kaylynn Raschke “Are you sure this is it?”  The cab driver points to a thin white sign, St. Cloud. Hardly visible, as it melds into the predawn sky of...