Tag: summer
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Growing Older
Years ago, my mom told me that memory is fiction. That each time we remember something, the memory is rewritten. It’s possible that she told me this in self defense, as explanation for her exaggerated stories, which are often altered within the hour of an occurrence. She likes to tell the one about the motel…
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& other endings
I spent some years of my twenties tethered to a single storyline in my life. It’s the one in which after false starts, and false stops, and what you like to call bad timing, you can love the person you believe you want to, or should, or have all this time. It’s the ‘one day’…
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Imagined Endings
There is reason to believe I have become overconfident here, I swim across the municipal lake from the unpatrolled side, I cross the streets between tram lights and street lights that might be green or might be yellow but I’m going, anyway, I catch the 3-line instead of the 160 as Google Maps has directed…
Sophia Steffens 