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There is a little summer left in me.When the green becomes orangeAnd, there is a red and a yellow in my whispers to the wind.I am tra…
Priya Tandon
Walter Bowne
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This “trophy husband” writes fiction, poetry, narrative non-fiction, travel essays, music essays, book reviews, and essays about his belly button.
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