eight hundred and twenty-two

it has beennine hundred and eight dayssince i boarded that plane nine hundred and seven dayssince i stepped onto the tarmacexchanging damp winters for hotpressing heatmy first christmas in summer eight hundred and sixty-four days since i lit my first new year’s lanternthe paper catching fire dangerously close to a neighbor’s house four hundred and […]

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breathe out

i am filled with love when the shouts and laughter of  my students  fill the street when  a pattering of feet and  a soft voice wake me from my nap beneath the open window even when a soccer ball comes crashing  against our house,  glass flying,  faces of terrified neighbors peering out from a nearby […]

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