Nora Hickey

  IN THE KITCHEN   My parents tell my brother and I about the future. A severance. A cutting off from some source. By the sink,...
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Nora Hickey friend and I pressed on; we were noticing how things had to be in symphony to really shatter you. The bleed of the sun was pretty enough, but then some flight of birds would unfold and scatter over the river. We were good friends but still had to keep some feelings to ourselves. It was the sorest part of the day.

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