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BY ANANYA MUNJAL F O R L A L I TA A R O R A

When the petals fall I am thinking of your hands soft and warm patting an eight-year-old spine under sheets that smell like rose water

Thin fingers dancing over mine, guiding needle sitch-by-stich into adolescence wiping sweet mango juice from a chin above your own

The day your hands couldn’t braid my hair I held them trembling birds tracing the lines on your palm back to the time when you rode to school on the handlebars of your brother’s bike that laugh

When the petals fall I am thinking of the biscuits by your bedside you gave me when no one was looking quick dimples chocolate crumbs on your pillowcase

And in the laundry room my mother puts on your smile has your hands folding sheets that still smell like rose water

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PHOTOS BY JORDAN D. WESELY

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