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Reduced to Black and White

by Carol V. Davis

After a week in Siberia
my world is shrinking.
I gaze out the window
weighing choices: Continue reading

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Waiting for the Diagnosis

by AE Hines

Lying with the man I love,
I muse about a farm
high in the Colombian mountains,
where terraced slopes of coffee
meander valley to peak
and disappear into mist. Continue reading

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