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We sat in the church pews on a sticky summer afternoon as the Reverend talked about how God is like a mighty fortress.

The letter came in the mail on the second of June, right after school ended.

She pulled open the screen against the breeze and squeezed through the doorway before it slammed shut behind her.

The difference between poets and philosophers is this.

Because weakness is ruin and good girls don’t rage.

I only remember that it was winter, and that my heartbeats slowed to match the steady hum of an engine that was older than me.

Graduation is fast approaching.

September comes with lazy heat and golden leaves.

In this time of rebirth and reflection there are anecdotes amidst growth.

2:38 a.m.