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From a distance
NATHANIEL BRASWELL
At times, staring out of a dirty window is like scorning at heaven. Every night, I watch as low-hanging canopies of crowning amber Recognize the stars, Previewing the canvass On which darkness will paint tonight’s universe. I sit, aggressively indifferent, and yet alive. Screaming at least is breathing. And outside, the sky looms over us, but is only temporary, Like a mountain that loses its magic once climbed. You say, “I am what I make myself!” But the mirror stares back at you with crystalline indifference. A symposium of escape.
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AJ Dykens-Hodapp Alan Ke Albany Blackburn Alissa Martinez Andie Sheridan Arneson Blair Claire Sinow Cynthia Li Ella Rosenblatt Eva Provonost Fred Zucule Gage Wyre Grace Zhang Ipifus Ipifio Jeffrey Pendo Juliette Jeffers Kendall Packman Layla Elqutami Leila Wiberg Lena Pawlek Linda Huang Lindsay Chu Maddie Rubin-Charlesworth Marcus Jackson Mei Ge Mimi Thompson Nasira Watts Nathaniel Braswell Owen Hoffsten Sam Bovard Saru Potturi SeoJin Ahn Sophia Chanin Sophie Fron Theodora Helgason
