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i^cAcr 2007 ebit:QRS Kayla McAuliffe Beth-Anne Vanderlaan Jason Vanderlaan
C;C)KX:)RS p^cx-
We
would
like to
Ms. Helen Pyke
Legacy
this
thank the following:
for the opportunity to be the editors
of the
year and for supporting (and feeding) the aspiring
writers at Southern.
Judy Clippinger for passing on her wisdom, knowledge, and
Quark
files to us.
Matthew Lucio
Our judges
for helping with the advertising.
for their time
and
effort in reading
and selecting our
contest winners.
And
all
those
who
contributed their works. Without you there
would be no Legacy. Lastly,
we would
like to
thank each other.
our joint effort as a team that
we were
individually end up in the insane asylum).
Sincerely,
Your 2007 Legacy Editors
It
was only through
able to do this (and not
niij Genesis -Franklin RadclifK In
my
And
beginning there was darkness and night
then like a divine
The brightness of this
word
there entered a light
light did
change
my
life
No longer is it pain, toil, and strife And though the light has passed and is gone A gentle warm glow remains and lingers on This glow
So
that
I
this
the
hope of a
light lived out right
may grow to become something bright may be good when I enter your sight
With time
It is
is it
hope
that
makes
my
being a
little
more
bright
photo by Marlin Thorman
Whq
Sinq
I
-Biittanq Blankenship*"Ubi
("Where there Thick silence reigns
like
heavy
is
amor"
cciritas et
genuine affection and love")
air
Before a western rain cloud pours. It
holds us captive, muscles taut.
Just waiting for the cloud to burst
And
silence
blossom
into sound.
Our hearts and mouths and minds together - As flowing fountains gather - sing,
And
tender rain begins to
fall.
"Deus
("God
A
shimmering cloud
Between It's
the voices
is
there")
shaped and formed
and the hands;
stretched and formed, created new,
As once the stars and heavens And even in a thunderstonn. The Lord is always present So let the raindrops gather,
He
ibi est"
is
glories with us
were.
there. fall
-
in the storm.
"Congregavit nos
in iiniim Christi
amor"
("Let us gather together in the unity oj Christ's love
A
cloud of sound
now
rolls
and tumbles
Throughout the church and universe.
Not our voices,
only, sing
But angels join
us. singing too.
"Exsultemus
et in
ipso
("Rejoice exceedingly
A higher note Is
added
jucundemur" one accord")
in
- another praise -
to the ringing bells
Like sparkling snow atop a mount That, reaching, tries to capture God:
Forever upward, onward, more,
")
Until
we
see His holy face.
Rejoice, rejoice on high, rejoice
Together
all in
one accord.
"Timeamus
et
ame
ivus Deiini vivum
"
("Let us worship the living God")
The cloud climbs higher, deeper still, Between our mouths and minds and hands. As shards of light now pierce our hearts
And we ascend
worship
to
God "Et ex corde diligamus nos sincero
("With a heart
full
"
of sincerity")
The shimmering cloud now rolls away. It fonned my heart and gave a glimpse
Of One who shaped
the stars and stretched
The heavens across the universe. So even in my thunderstorms, I
see His face reflected there.
With every shiny, dewy drop His love and glory showers us.
"Deus
("God Though some may I
call
it
is
ihi
est"
there")
frivolous,
can never say the same;
For song
is
like a glorious
With eternal
cloud
creativity.
Our hearts and minds and mouths can To sing our praise to King of kings. When voices gather, singing Him, His Spirit rains and
*
He
is
join
there.
"Uhi Caritas
"
is
a choral piece
in
Latin hy Maurice Durufle
Sniokeij
niountam
Tiail
-Illeqan EbnendoiK
As
follow the footsteps of those
I
A mournful While
And
echo creeps
in
now
gone,
upon me,
dawn
a cool mist drifts across the purple
the perceptive music of nature
makes
a soft plea.
Rushing water over bulky black boulders Is
thunder crashing through the mountains.
The world
twirling on Atlas' shoulders.
Spins whirling rivers and fountains.
Dancing shadows across
And
of moss,
the cries of grinding pebbles underfoot,
Are
secrets of old that are not lost;
With I
a velvet carpet
~
a history that
my body
find
is
black as soot.~
in the rolling
Thick roots are
my
blue ridges:
backbone
Arteries—rivers running under bridges
Nature
is
my
beating heart encased in a green throne.
Mysterious pathways branch away;
Entwining roots gather 'round
With jagged
And
cliffs
trees;
towering grey;
whispers of old sing
in the breeze.
photo by Brian Gonzalez
niusic -Saiah Coides-
More beautiful than sunset And deeper than the deepest It
sea
reaches to the depths of
The human It's
heart in me.
the universal language
Of heaven,
earth and seas.
Without
it
man would
Without
it
life
perish;
would cease.
Music soothes away the hurt
Found deep within It
And makes It
the soul.
heals the deadly pain the person whole.
reaches ever deeper,
Beyond where thoughts It
are found.
cannot just be heard.
No, feelings must abound. For of all the heart can
Music
is
Through
feel.
the best. the endless pain of earth
That never gives us
rest
Music leads us on to The goal to win the prize
Where pain is no more. Nor tears in our eyes. Forever with the Lord,
No
death forevennore,
We'll praise
Him
As nothing heard
with our music. before.
photo by Matthew White
Beaufij -Kiistin
Thomas-
The beauty of this world With You could ne'er contend; To reach Your majesty, Our world cannot pretend. But You, dear Lord and King, In
humans
left
a trace
Of beauty quite DivineYour image gain'd through grace.
photo by Beth-Anne Vanderlaan
photos by Marlin Thorman
7
Two Roads
DivGiged in a Wood...
-Exiwaid Gcoiqeson-
"...And
I
—took
one
the
less traveled by,
and
that has
famous poem by Robert
difference."
Thus ends
However,
also accurately describes an experience
it
term break. Because
was stranded here This resulted
at
I
a rather
1
the
all
Frost.
had
mid-
last
from the foreign land of California,
hail
I
Southern.
my becoming
in
made
ridiculously bored on Sabbath
And what do fine, upstanding men such as myself do when bored on a Sabbath afternoon when there are only five other people on campus? Why, wander aimlessly in the woods, of afternoon.
course.
an intrinsically masculine activity to explore the outer
It is
regions of civilization, and ly masculine. Besides,
By
I
1
do so enjoy things
that are intrinsical-
couldn't find anything
"outer regions of civilization"
mean
1
I
could
set fire to.
the Biology Trail.
Stop laughing-my car was inoperable, so the outer regions needed to
be within walking distance. So yes,
when
the Biology Trail,
I
saw
I
was wandering along on
a path that
went
straight
up the
mountain. I'd never been to the top of the mountain, so up 1
arrived at the top of the mountain, and stopped to
ponder serious matters, such as school, with myself,
I
girls,
sit
I
went.
and
and food. Content
decided to head back to campus. There was a minor
problem, however.
I
couldn't find the path I'd used to reach the
I
thought to myself "Real
mountaintop.
"No problem." paths." So,
I
forced
my way
men
through the brush towards the general
area where the path had been. Shortly thereafter, path.
However,
it
was
where.
had
figured
it
went jogging down
Two
I
arrived at a
quickly became apparent that this was not the
original path. This I
don't need
a different path, to lead to the
which went who knows
main path eventually, so
I
it.
down
Or should I say lethargically limping down it. Yet, the path back to campus still was not revealing itself Finally, I came to a fork m the trail. It occurred to mc that I would be lost in the dark shortly, meaning hours
later,
I
was
still
jogging
8
it.
the path
I
chose would be
vital to
my
survival and flawless night
check record. So,
I
fell to
my
knees and asked
God
to
show me
the right
initially intended to go one way, because it looked where I wanted to go, but felt impressed to go the other So I went down the other path, and promptly arrived on
had
path.
I
more
like
instead.
campus.
The whole experience reminded me us
make our
decisions.
We just
have
that
to ask.
God
How
is
there to help
can
God
help
you today? "Trust in the Lord with
own
understanding. In
shall direct
all
all
your heart, and lean not on your
your ways acknowledge Him, and he
your paths." Proverbs 3:5-6
NKJV
photo by Matthew White
Question -Saia Schaetzka-
The diary The pen The infatuation
A fairytale That
Iciss
That feeling That ridiculous
Reality:
It
strikes
It
lurks
It
creates
This masterpiece
A poem A A
song truth
Loneliness
You absence Your smile Your presence It all
One does
haunts me.
question: it
haunt you?
10
Kiss the Illoon -Britfanq Blankenship-
Oh when Or
hear the pine boughs sigh
I
see the clouds that dance and play
O're fields that glisten with the
light
That, laughing, dares to capture day, I
dream
Like the
a
dream
moon
While winking This dream
And
binds
1
that captures
that holds the
on with
stars look
sought
my
now
heart to
me
sun
holds
its
glee.
me
fast
sad end,
For no sweet dream will
last for
While clinging hope the
truth will bend.
long
Abandoning - 'twill still possess It mocks me with its lonely wind, What once was magical caress. But now
I
see the
glimmer
The golden breath and
faint;
faithful
dawn
Of One that comes to rescue me And carry me to love beyond To dance and dabble in the light, So that I too may kiss the moon
And
bid "Farewell, forever, night!"
photo by Marl in Thorman 11
Small'town Cfiina -Vanessa Pham-
A I
foreigner,
pass a boy in the bustling street
pleading,
reaching out for help,
holding another
whose face is body is limp like a soiled
My
in his lap
battered,
bag of bones.
wide, dry eyes
are glued to his tears as the cart driver pedals
on
the boy's wails fade into the busyness;
his
form melts
into the
crowds
scurrying about the marketplace,
bargaining their day's wages
on slabs of goat meat and plump mangos,
one more meal for
their children.
photo by Emily Appel
12
Shadows -Emilij Appel-
we
play with them
As
children
We We
chase them, hide
we
capture them.
try to
them and from them,
in
But they always remain.
Shadows arc only apparent in the light They cannot be found in the dark. But they are not
They
light
are darkness betraying their source.
As we grow, shadows take on new meanings They no longer hold our fascination They become something to fear or to dread
We
hide in the dark so as not to see them.
Yet those shadows arc everywhere,
With new dimensions come new mles
Shadows no longer only live in the light They can be found anywhere you look.
I
found a
new shadow today
A shadow
that
I
could not escape
The shadow I saw broke my It was the shadow of a man.
heart
This shadow had his face It
had
But
it
his
arms and legs and
feet
was nothing more than
Of the man
a
shadow
he used to be.
Light did not create this
shadow
Disease and illness had that honor
They had no respect for his goodness They ignored the pain wrought by their deed.
How Why
can a
must
man become it
shadow?
a
be so?
Ah, the innocence of youth
A time when Instead
To
a
I
shadows were simple.
must now say goodbye
man who
has
become
a shadow.
13
Requiem -Illeqan EbnendoiK I.
Hush now, beloved, do not weep for me; merely slumber
I
Hush now, do not mourn
in silence.
love, for
me;
these orbs will open in time.
Hush now, do not
we
will
dearest,
wilt for
Live each day as
if
it
Always carry on Take joy
me;
dance together soon.
were a
in the little pleasures
Give love
to all
Hush now,
lifetime;
after sorrow;
who
of creation;
lack
it.
friend,
do not lay blame on God;
my
life will
be restored.
II.
Close your eyes now, picture me, I
smile with joy and laughter.
Open your I
am
eyes, look at me,
cold from death's embrace.
Life does not end with me, do not live as such.
Keep your eyes
closed, for only a
moment,
and the pain will ease.
Open your and the
eyes, with strength from the Lord,
reality
Never give up laugh and dance Grieve
if
May you
I
for joy in the face of sorrow.
rest in
live with
in.
always keep on;
you must, but only
for
and smiles
of existence will close to failure,
for a
moment,
peaceful sleep.
joyous laughter, for
will cover our tranquil faces
14
all eternity,
when we meet
again.
Adventures in Cooking -Judij Clippinqer-
What
Now
kitchen because
in the
our mothers
makes us enjoy
that
is it
experiment
who were
trying it's
new
we can
play with our food
Children often scare their
parents, sometimes
Now
that
I
we
all
New
Year's
sitting
to see
how
Day of 2006,
I
live
things are going. told
want.
good reason but more than 10 hours away from my for
me
parents and just dropping by isn't an option, they call
Sunday evening
like to
constantly telling us not to play with our food.
that we're adults,
often unintentionally.
Maybe we
things?
the last stage of rebellion against
them how
I
When
had rung
on the couch, watching TV, finishing off the
almost every
me on
they called in the
last
new
year:
of the sparkling
grape juice, and reading a tofu cookbook. Not exactly standard fare for a
meat-and-potatoes household, and
have
sounded strange
of
to the lure
even poor
new
little
it,
I
I
the fiaky crust, just not the calories
ly
it.
Since
I
if
they could get
everyone had
that
to figure out if
the
and cholesterol
creamy
I
I
to
could
filling
that usually
had already made pumpkin pie with tofu,
and
come
thought sure-
sugar cream pie couldn't be that hard.
However, between classes and club time to play around with the idea. it
I
culinary experiences or to the influence of
misguided Catholic ones who,
would change the dress code to say wear orange on Fridays. So anyway, was trying make sugar cream pie without the milk. wanted
away with
with
And
to them.
admit that I'm not vegan, or even vegetarian. But I'm not
to
immune friends,
it
languished
of mine,
in
who
my
I'll
I
activities,
fiash drive for nearly a
call
I
didn't have
went online and found
much
a recipe, but
month. Then a certain friend
Hamlet, mentioned that he wanted
to
go
to
He'd been putting it off for one reason or another for some time and wanted to make sure that he finally got there. I agreed to pick him up at a quarter to six on Wednesday, and as we parted ways, was inspired to do something nice. This happens quite often, actually, but going out of my way to do something nice must often yield to more practical considerations, like the need to go to work, do Writer's Club.
I
assignments, and write essays. But Hamlet was planning to graduate the spring, it
and
to a Writer's
perfect time to
The
might have been the only time
that he actually
Club meeting. And since he's vegan,
make
it
seemed
in
made
like the
the pie.
I had to get over was the fact that I didn't have Having experimented with tofu cookery a little in the past, I
first
a blender.
this
hurdle that
15
knew
hand mixer wouldn't do the job. So before buying the ingre-
that a
dients,
went
I
to the small appliances section to get a blender.
I
quickly
eliminated the one with the plastic jar because wildly swirling metal
how many speeds did And how much horsepower? 350? 400? How many
blades and plastic jars just don't go together. But
need? 6? 10? 12? horses did
take to
it
mash
tofu,
anyway?
Taking the Hamilton Beach BlendMaster with
horsepower motor, and 44
some
aisle to get
on the
oz. square glass
its
12 speeds,
went over
I
who
to the
400 baking
posted the recipe
Internet, said that she preferred rice flour to cornstarch in the
recipe, so
I
thought I'd give
doesn't carry rice flour, so
my
jar,
Rebecca, the person
rice flour.
I
a
it
try.
had
I
to
However, Wal-Mart apparently add a stop
at
the Village
Market
to
itinerary.
Day was coming
Valentine's
up, so
decided to dress up the pie
I
with some of those candy hearts that people sometimes put on cakes.
But as
was reading
I
the
of ingredients
list
tained
— horror of horrors— egg white
shelf,
I
settled for
some of the
added
to
my
them back on
the
on the
label,
and vegan, with no animal
in the ingredients.
With only one item the produce
discovered that they con-
sprinkle hearts which are apparently
U
kosher, based on the circled
products listed
I
solids. Putting
left to
VM
list
as
Wal-Mart were leaking
I
pick up,
of the
aisle in the front
headed for the
I
store. This,
tofu, located in
however, was quickly
found the only two packages of silken tofu
all
over the
shelf.
Note
to
at
Wal-Mart: things con-
taining liquids and stored in plastic trays should be displayed horizontal-
And don't use a razor to open the cartons. The rest of my trip was uneventful, and for the most part making the pie was uneventful also. I had to raise an eyebrow, however, when ly,
not vertically.
Rebecca's instructions said
seemed
to
to
spoon the
be a better word. And,
I'd probably get
two
I
thought, if
crusts, as the filling
one crust could handle. After sliding the ing into the fridge,
I
sat
down
to wait
the door every five minutes to check
change the
into
little
filling into the crust.
something orange, as
candy hearts on the
pie,
I
made
this recipe again,
was considerably more than pie and the bowl of leftover fill-
and
on
I
Pour
open would
tried to resist the urge to
my
creation. Later,
had told Hamlet
and pick up
I
I
would, sprinkle
that certain friend in front
of the donn. That night, we'd share soup and pizza and food for thought,
and
I'd
make
a desperate plea for submissions for the
16
2006 Legacy. ("To
write or not to write, that
passed the time
I
about these pretty
had
in
World
had
I
to leave at
my
kitchen table, writing
mundane events and thinking about
things in
life,
because
Update: The pie did not
up
set
the discussion
and
how we need
to
that's
what most of
life is.
Lit class that afternoon,
mundane
the
the question...")
is
until
in the fridge,
so
I
put
we
be happy with
it
in the freez-
And Hamlet was not waiting for me in front of the donn; had to down in the cafeteria. The pie came out with a grainy texture, and didn't make it again. later compared the tofu-pumpkin pie recipe er.
I
hunt him
I
I
with a regular recipe, and extrapolated from a regular sugar cream pie recipe to create a tofu version that isn't bad. This isn't a refrigerated pie
but a baked one, which
and
is
what
VEGAN SUGAR CREAM 1(16 1
I
wanted
to
begin with. Oh, well, live
learn.
PIE
oz.) pkg. firm tofu
tbsp. vanilla
water ? c. rice flour
1?
c.
sugar
unbaked pie
shell
Preheat oven to 450?.
Drain tofu and cut into pieces. Place until
in
blender with vanilla and blend
smooth, adding small amounts of water as necessary.
blend.
Add
unbaked pie
Pour
into
325?
for 35
Add
flour
sugar and blend until smooth.
shell.
Bake
at
450?
minutes more.
17
for 10 minutes
and then
at
and
Reveience -Vanessa Pham-
The
cat
meowed
for
more
after ingesting
crumbs of cheese.
the last
Instead of yielding to her pleas, I
yielded to
my God
about bigger problems, praying aloud to hear myself
over the cat's high-pitched demands.
After
some minutes,
silence.
I
raised
my
head
to see the cat still,
sitting
on her haunches,
mouth and eyes closed, head bowed like a humbled Sphinx, as though
my
prayer
petitioned her to pause for
something greater
than cheese.
18
Waves -Brittanij Blankenship-
I
envy your sunshine smile and surfer
You
are breezy
A tangy mango
My I
wave. cloud of curls.
torrid swirling stonn.
my
marching soldier grades.
wish they'd dance and play
A
like yours,
spicy, reckless tango
But I
my
from bed and crash throughout the day,
You're jelous of I
curls.
rolling -
smile cracks between
roll
A
freedom
I'll
keep crashing, marching, tmdging, though
wonder when
I'll
trade
my
A's
For tangy mango waves.
photo by Matthew White
19
When
Ho Waij
There's
-iTlelissa Faii^ei-
After the pain. After the tears,
A quiet
voice that calms
all fears.
After the tempest. After the flood,
The form of the one who shed
his blood.
After the doubt. After the search,
Pure white
is
the
snow of one's
rebirth.
When there's no way. When you can't deal. His everlasting love
When When
there's
no
there's
no rope,
A rainbow When
is
there,
its real.
light,
painted across the sky
fills
you with hope.
angst and depression urge you to roam,
Rest assured, you'll never be alone.
photo by Emily Appcl
20
Wg
Like
rievGi
Loved Befoie
-Dai la Jenkins-
You never Is
it
told me....
so hard to say?
A secret
buried in a dank alleyway
What are you afraid of? What can I do to you? Nothing, absolutely nothing
Can make up
A slow, I
have
And
for this hurt
internal,
left
spit
aching
is all
of my chewed up
out excuse for a heart
Were those moments really spent together? Were thoughts exchanged too cheap to cherish? Apparently
>
*
so...
photo by Matthew White
23
Unfifled -Joel I
Huqheslove to act. Turns out / was born for
would
Broadway
as
my
auntie
you. I'm only 21, and I've already been in three off-
tell
Broadway shows. I'm hoping of us young girls around here from Broadway. But
They would The Devil
I
.
.
that
.
we
is,
maybe just
or
kill us,
.
.
.
well,
say, or
Broadway
good as
as
it
it
I
and wights" as
in its "fights, mites,
Hollywood when
just like
is
you understand.
girls
know
better.
comes
to the
men
Hollywood's talked about around here. Us
Broadway's
our producers.
tell
about the "lights, camera, action."
is all
wouldn't get caught up
don't dare
yell at us a bit louder than usual.
Hollywood, they'd
is in
Hollywood is Hollywood to me
gets, or
Hollywood eventually. Most Hollywood as a promotion
to get into
think of
wearin'
money off us girls. We know better. Aggeme is coming to see me next week. She's always premier of my new shows, at least since I've been on
the pants and makin'
My come
auntie
to the
Broadway.
money
so that
from Tennessee
a long drive
It's
from, Tennessee. I
someday
told her that
I
Kennedy,
better
(I
My
it
says
.
.
.
makin' enough
American
boyfriend, Cassander, works
He
likes
it,
my
guess.
I
I
it).
at the
He
Kennedy
boyfriend, of course
producer's been tryin' to get 're
why New
stupid, he says.
I
(Jay
Ef Kay
puts the peoples' bags on the
could never love anything better than .
.
.
least that's
I've been busier than usual gettin' ready for this
you
much
It's
hear).
acting, 'xcept
like
this
Airlines from Atlanta to
but I'd buy her a ticket on United.
International Aero-port, they call
planes.
where we're
that's
could buy her a ticket on an airplane. There's
billboard near where auntie lives, the
—
I'd be
me
to talk
know
without
my
what
accent.
he's right. There's
I
many
'im.
tell
new show.
My
Sounds a reason
Yorkers are more successful than Tennesseans; for one
thing, they don't talk like they used to
own
slaves and plantations.
They double-talk more, that's for sure, but so does everyone these days. That's what you do to get ahead. My new show's called Tinker Bell Twinkle; the show. But
it's I'll
my
first
one on Broadway. I'm not really the
be the star before
enough experience.
If
you know
it
.
.
.
once
you know anything about science,
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I
star
of
get
you'll
know
of years ago, after the big bang,
that millions
of
an instant. That's not
in
think that
I
those stars
were millions
how stars are made now. I'm making God has to work harder makin' 'em now, then we humans should have to work harder, too.
made
stars
glad.
that there
if
.
.
.
do work hard. Harder than anyone knows. Between bussing tables and aeting (which seem like the same thing sometimes) I've got no I
time for myself... or for Cassandcr. And...
Three days
till
the big night. Auntie
days from now. I'm going
to
have
to wait for
my
and
opening night for
my new name
producer about
were
printed.
My
it
a
is
that.
to
me
two
will be here
today. Nestra Gideoni
know who
I'll
be? You'll
They've already printed the
in tiny little letters
tells
get the phone...
Aggeme
month ago; you know
producer
me
my name
Do you want
sounds so foreign, anyhow.
posters,
change
let
.
.
on the bottom. .
that he's glad
told
I
before the posters
I'm thinking more
progressively. I'm excited.
My
manager is giving me two days off work this week. So I've got tomorrow and opening-night day away from the diner. Cassander told me that he's going to take auntie and I that I had out for a nice dinner tomorrow. I told him that I couldn't but he insisted. You need to eat, he said. Most of the too much to do
Two
days
till
the show.
—
—
girls
around here hardly eat
eat as
much
because then
look nicer.
I
didn't used to believe that,
but I've seen what they do to fat girls around here. I'm not
Auntie will be here
in
one hour, she
from a payphone. She said she's
in
said.
fat.
me
She just called
Easton, near Nazareth
two hours away with the evening rush hour. But
at least
not to
at all. It's healthier for actresses
we
I
.
.
.
that's
didn't
tell
her.
It's
two-hours fifteen minutes
later
now, and auntie just got here.
She's fixing her makeup. Cassander will be here anytime now.
There's the doorbell ....
Aren you gonna get anything more than a salad, Cassander 't
asked.
It
was
a beautiful restaurant. / ate
25
something a
little
earlier,
I
said even though
I
really didn
I'd be leaving soon. closet. That's
when
We
't.
Excuse me,
I
me it
—
in
that
is,
and talked about the weather.
and headed tov^ards the water
auntie spilled her drink.
Luck? Cassander and she were then
My new
ate
said
boyfriend, Jegison,
distracted.
{Broad
is
you
ask.
the way,
Turns out
still
I
broader
I
isn't that just like
left
the restaurant.
was waiting outside and had
everything of mine packed
in his car.
Hollywood. That's where we're going
the show'?
Now
was to
I'm sure
— Hollywood.
all
I'll
What
just part of the Audience.
Hollywood.)
photo by Emily Appel
26
of
make ahuiti
rnaitha Chiisfian -Biittanxj Blankenship-
(An imitation
of "RichaicI
Whenever Martha
We
Coiq" bq Edwin Arlington Robinson)
Christian walked
somewhere
children on the sidewalk looked at her.
Oh, she was flawless from boots to glossy hair; Her wool coat could'vc been a cloak of fur.
And And
she
And And
she was pretty
was always perfectly at case. was always tactful when she spoke. Her smile was like a golden summer breeze, Bestowed so kindly on all us winter folk. she
in a
modest way
smarter than those standard-scoring
tests.
Her very aura made us, everyday. Wish that we were only half as blest.
So on we worked for work - but never play And built our mansions huge to store our stress.
And Martha Popped
a
Christian,
pill to
one golden summer day.
silence her success.
photo by Matthew White
27
nioms
TieasuiG Box
-Vanessa Pham1
search for chocolate chip cookies
in
your old recipe box.
Among
the sea
of magazine clip-outs
and fancy picture cards of Russian rainbow teacakes
and I
glittery fruit slice cookies,
find a picture
of my fourth birthday cake -
clown bedecked
a
with an
M&M party hat,
a collar to
and
a
match
gum-drop nose.
Clown cakes
don't just happen, after
A hand-written
all.
recipe
pokes above the commercial cards.
"Banana Nut Bread" on notebook paper written in your hand. I
spy another
in
your hand,
"Coffee Cake."
You hated coffee. I find more folded notebook papers written by you. I
pull another,
and another, hungrily unfolding them like candy wrappers,
smelling the paper,
consuming your handwriting, savoring the treasures
1
in at least
planning
memory of your
recipes
hadn't tasted
nine years,
to bring
them
to life
agam
with flour and sugar.
I
wish
to
it
were
that easy
do with you.
28
-
photo by Joel Hughes
Sun -Rachel Lovelace-
The sun shines
in the
sky
cheerfully illuminating the purple violets
on the window
The
sill
and the courtyard below
light stings
my
eyes as
it
my
shows me
window.
life
hurrying by outside. I
1
shrink back; the vivid light hurts.
happy as
if
the
Sun
is
as
Maybe
the
Sun
is
just going through
wonder
the motions behind a
happy
it
appears.
fa(;ade,
only shining because like breathing
and getting out of bed the morning, it's merely a habit, done in an effort to eclipse the deadness within.
29
Irish Cliffs -ITIeqan Elmendorf-
mc
Singing droplets myst before
Coming up
to greet us
from the emerald
Dampening. our clothes
As they march
forth
Thick clouds press
Where we
like
from the secluded bays.
in
upon our shore
stand ready like
all
times before.
Rage and tragedy have come but Quickly receding
I
'fore the
feel
Wc stand Who had
your assurance
in
that
set out to put us in
Wild winds whirl past the
I
gone
mine
all
will be fine.
as conquerors over the vengeful
Though they be
My
are
approaching dawn.
stand here with your hand
And
sea.
mischievous fayes.
fears are
waves
our graves.
scar.
too gentle to mar.
borne away on
this
wind
did not but you did them send.
Long light graces me. As gaze out to the calm emerald I
sea.
photo by
30
.loci
Hughes
rieqlecfed
Chance
-Saia SchaetzkaTear
this
up
confessions only
break hearts, 1
love you
I
really do.
You swept mc Away.
I
wanted so
badly to take that
chance.
Such
that
wrote
1
it
down in a poem. You read it
"1 I
And 1
love
it
really
do"
yet
didn't have
the heart
you
to tell 1
love you
I
really do.
And what was
intended
as a secret desire,
turned into a past
wound
that left a
so deep I
had
to
write three to
keep
more poems
that secret
from you.
Tear
I
love you
1
really do.
this
up
confessions only
break hearts...
31
^wilMw^^
i|^f--?
photo by Matthew White
ReHecfion -ITlGlissa Faifer-
Rays of
light
stream through the break of dawn,
Entwined with wisps of lacy cloud.
Remnant traces of battle are gone. The world engulfed in a hazy shroud. Alas, one
man
stands alone.
His silhouette black against the rising sun.
His sword pierces the ground of stone;
The
battle
was
victorious, but the
32
war had
just
begun.
XoXoXo -Joel
Huqhes-
Hugs and Kisses and
a better time_
traveler {past present) past_ tense, readying for
my
tenth interview present_
"s, as in 'serfing,' and, 'sequential sights'" /?<:M'r_
tense, didn't get the job, again, present_
the
brown-me
still
wadeing /?a.s7_
through the earthy pool and dive presently driven to excel, failing
—
equality
is
a state
live but
from death, bereft of basic wishes:
a job, a
home. Five Loaves, Two Fishes.
{still
of kind.
missing you, mother, Miss Hugs and Kisses.)
photo by Emily Appel
33
Shoes -Ismaias Recinos-
A A A
on the floor
pair of shoes lie
whispering wind closing door
The
feet that filled
them
Are no more Lonely shoes
upon
the floor
Cast aside, forgotten yet
One
A
single tear
cheek
is
wet
Lonely shoes
that
must forget
The joy they had Each single step Replaced again, by something new It wasn't them The feet Just grew So they lie remembering you
All
you did
And
all
you do
photo by
34
Ana Preza
A Goaf
Tale
-Edwaid GcorqesonI grew up on Our farm was no
child,
thing
We
many farms have
had goats,
animals.
is
was
lots
of them.
I
and occasionally gave
in to the
urge to
different.
annoying
typical
One
a farm.
a
tease them.
Female goats are known
as "nannies"
and are not fun
to tease,
because they don't fight back, they just run away. Chasing them a
little
unlike
human
are
known
any
can't harass just
and are very fun
as "billies"
because they fight back. Now,
when you're
human
No, you want
full
to find
one
that
is
about half-grown, one going
this age, the
average billy
aggressive, and willing to fight back, but too
much of anything. Not
This story
day when in a
ten years old,
males.
through puberty, so to speak. At
pid to do
pen
1
all
to tease,
you grown ones are own body fluids. Not
because the
billy goat,
too irritable, strong, and soaked in their
torial,
is
Not
to catch.
females.
Male goats
unlike
boy
fun, but they run too fast for an average
is
unlike
human
about one such billy goat that
is terri-
weak and
I
discovered one
should have been doing something productive.
He was
by himself, he was about half grown, and he had
look of utter and total hatred on his face.
stu-
adolescents.
He looked
a
a lot like
Satan, actually. Overall, he looked like fun. 1
climbed
into the
He wanted me
pen and spent about an hour annoying him.
out, but all
horns, which didn't hurt horns, spinning ing
him
he could do was butt
at all.
him around
1
1
with his
remember grabbing him by
in a circle,
dizzily hobble after me. This
Disneyland. However,
me
little
the
and running away, watch-
was more fun than
eventually lost interest and
left
the poor
goat alone. 1
him again for some time, until about six was out stacking firewood. He went walking
did not encounter
months
later
when
1
35
by mc, out of his pen and apparently having the time of his
right
way
This wasn't the
life.
were supposed
remedy
be
to
things
worked on
resolved to
I
immediately.
this issue
constructed a "goat war station."
I
trailer,
the farm. Billy goats
wandering around.
in pens, not
consisted of an empty
It
and various weapons with which
could attack the goat
I
The weapons consisted mostly of water The plan was to lure the goat within range, douse him a few times, then rope him and lead him back to his pen. The only problem was that the goat had no desire to pursue mc. In fact, all he did was run away when I got close. I've already from
a safe vantage point.
jugs and string.
isn't
much
into a
pen
explained that chasing goats
chased him
until
he
jumped
fun, but
filled
did anyways.
I
I
with young nanny
goats.
This was a pen, but
be
this was not the pen he was supposed to The matter was becoming more complicated by the minute,
in.
but
I
wasn't ready
going
to get
to
give up yet.
him out would be
to
realized the only way was make him angry enough to chase I
I
me. Unfortunately, this task proved difficult. the goat ignored mc.
nanny
He was
goats. Eventually,
I
found
powered watering hose did
Now found out
far
more
that the goat
months than
matter what
interested in the
that shooting
I
did,
young
him with
a high
just the trick.
had one very upset goat on
I
No
my
had grown quite
hands.
a bit
I
more
also quickly in the past six
had. The tables turned rather abruptly. The goat charged at me with far more speed than I
appreciated, leaving
me
only one option.
I
I
would have
grabbed his horns, and
thus began a very long grappling match.
He pushed me into the corner of the pen, but kept a firm grip on him. Soon, we both had discovered that neither of us was strong enough to overpower the other. He couldn't ram me while I
I
held his horns, but
were
at a
this is
I
couldn't escape the pen while doing so.
stalemate. Contrary to
how
the
what you learned
Cold War actually began.
36
We
in history class,
An hour had Should to
passed.
Two
hours had passed.
Should
tance.
1
was
1
mother
in the distance.
ten years old now,
mommy
handle a goat without
my
observed
No,
yell for help?
I
I
bailing
me
man enough
out.
observed some workers
I
No,
yell for help?
1
in the dis-
had gotten myself
into this
was a hot mess and 1 was going both 1 and the goat smelled repugnant, and we were both myself out of
to get
was ready
neither
to
to
of goats,
tired
upset and
know what
to
was struggling
my
My
tired, but
five-year-old brother approached
to tell
mind.
My
1
1
harder, as well.
my
brother to go away,
brother could
goat by the horns, and then
over the top of the pen,
would
day, and
was doing. At this point was really and wanted out badly. The goat was becoming more
was about
I
came
It
concede.
Three hours had passed. and wanted
it.
I
come
could escape.
we would
a solution
I
could then pull him
home free, and we made so much
both be
never speak of the incident again.
when
into the pen, take the
It all
sense at the time.
My
brother agreed, got into the pen, and took the horns.
quickly climbed over the fence, and turned around just see
my
in
I
time to
brother being smashed into a fence post, followed by a
very unpleasant cracking sound.
The goat then
trotted
away,
apparently content with his revenge. I
was
sure that
my
brother
was broken, but he managed
to
climb out of the pen, and thankfully was not seriously injured.
however, had suffered a rather
My fall
fatal injury to
stupidity in approaching that goat
into temptation.
smaller,
I
Because
didn't recognize
it
I
is
my
it
was
pride.
a lot like the
had played with
when
larger
it
I,
when
it
way we was
and actually dan-
gerous.
Satan doesn't throw large temptations
away. He's too smart for temptations,
knows
we
that.
He knows
take baby steps towards
that jealously
in front
of us right
that
by giving
life
shattering ones.
into small
leads to theft, lust leads to adultery,
He
and
hatred leads to murder, and he has used this technique to bring
many
strong
men and women down.
37
And when wc arc trapped by sin, it is our natural reaction to we can save ourselves from it. spent several hours in
believe that a
I
pen with an angry goat because
I
didn't
want
to
ask for help.
The fact of the matter was, was unable to get out on my own and no amount of determination could change that. And just as somebody else took the punishment for my stupidity, Christ has taken I
the
punishment
for our sins.
We
need
to rely
on His power, not
own our own.
photo by Joel Hughes
38
photo by Emily Appcl
39
Incarnate -Vanessa PhamBeautiful God, to earth you as a
common man
and not
on a visible throne but
came
to reign
be slain
to
was your mission, and death your fame. Beautiful cross that bore
my shame
Beautiful nails that pierced Love's vein
drowned my pain Beautiful God who knows my name. Beautiful blood that
photo by Matthew White
40
He
Will Be There
-Ellen PoiiieiI
can see you're hurting
Crying on the inside
You thought
would be
it
Things were supposed
1
better
to
change
can see you're doubting
Wondering Is this
Is
how
you took the wrong road
if
supposed
its
to
be?
any one even there?
Oh He
will be there
Through the good and the bad times He'll be holdin' your hand
Oh He He
hears you
hears you
when
you're crying
Crying on the inside
"Is this
hope
"Can he
for real,"
This loneliness
Can
will
Through
getting old
be there
good and the bad times be holdin' your hand
Oh He He
is
me?
things really change?"
Oh He He'll
you say
really be there for
the
hears you
hears you
when
you're crying
Crying on the inside God's there for you and
He always
has,
me
and He always
He's looking out for us
And He wants
nothing more
Than to take The loneliness away
^
will
Oh He
is
there
Through the good and the bad times He'll be holdin' your hand Oh He heard you
He heard you when you were erying Crying on the inside
Oh just trust in Him Him in the good times And trust Him in the bad Oh have faith in your God For He wants nothing more than
Trust
To take
the loneliness away...
photo by Marlin Thorman
42
To the Poet -Biittanq Blankenship-
As Bach composed "Magnificat," As Shakespeare crafted Hamlet, Compose and craft me as You will Since
1,
alone, cannot.
Wield your pen with
And
take
artist's
grace
command of me.
Write a cadence echoing
Heaven's symphony.
Every stanza, rhyme, and
Make it point to Wind my words
Thee.
Like ivy wraps a
tree,
'til
line:
'round thoughts of You,
naught else shows but Thy bright form
Yet shadowed by a poem.
photo by Marlin Thorman
43
photos by Marlin Thorman
Winter Breeze -Daila Jenkins-
Winter Breezes rippling,
up and down chilling
my
my
spine,
every bone
and freezing
my
cold heart.
Winter Breezes blowing, softly to in the
and
and
fro,
smallest crack
in the greatest
Winter Breezes in the
and
drifting,
cool sweet
tasting
it is
canyon.
air,
delicious
soft to the lips.
These are the Winter Breezes.
44
Come Kisunzu-
-Jessica
Come
with
me
This journey
and walk a while
is
a lifetime long
Peaks and valleys, twists and turns
Two Sit
will
with
keep each other strong
me and
while
talk a
With open ears and hearts
that care
Joy and sorrow, laughter, tears Life and blessings that
Let's relax
we
share
and he a while
Lay troubled thoughts and burdens down Finding rest in peace and love Silence speaking
more than sound
Come
with me and walk a while Through the seasons, year by year There's no need to walk alone I'm here
photo by Joel Hughes
45
The mairiaqe Pot FiankUn RadcUff-
Deep
in the
jungles of southern Asia there Hved a young
small village. Even though this
decided that
it
was time
to find a
with her father to allow her
to
was
girl in a
young she one day husband. She begged and pleaded
girl
quite
still
marry, but no matter
how much
she
would not consent. Finally one day he decided he had had enough. He came up with a sly way to get her to drop the subject all together. He went out and bought the biggest clay jar he could find. It
cried he
was nearly as big as "If you can take this
He
the girl herself.
then took
it
to her
completely and then bring
it
back, then
I
shall let
and
and
jar into the jungle to the water hole
you choose
said,
fill it
a hus-
band."
She looked it.
at the jar
was so heavy
It
Undaunted, she began
had
filled the jar
could not dark.
move
Suddenly
with defiant determination and tried to
could barely
that she to
She
a bear
it
back, but
tried this for
head.
moment
Now
a
Oni nonnally loved
plight,
he swooped
to get
full that
it
she
started to get
started to chase her.
away.
in fear.
to play tricks
down and
"Thank you so much" she continued to try and drag
amused by
until
mischievous imp named Oni was flying over
have just gone on by but he noticed the
by her
was so
came out of the jungle and
"Help me! Help me!" She screamed that
it
many hours
Seeing the bear she ran and climbed a tree
At
lift
off the ground.
drag the jar through the jungle. Once she
she tried to drag
it.
lift it
it
said.
girl
on adults and he would
was not very
old.
Moved
seared the bear away.
She then went back
to her jar
and
back home through the jungle. Slightly
the site of such a small girl trying to
move such
a large jar
he walked up and with his supernatural strength he easily hefted the jar
up
to his
shoulder and walked beside her through the jungle
all
way back home. In the morning her father came out to see the jar tilled with water. He was dumbfounded by the thought that she had spent the whole night dragging the pot back home with water in it. With no more ideas as to how to dissuade her from marrying, he gave
the
in.
46
"Surely a
girl
of marriage," he told
band
that
much determination is "You may pick any man
ready for the
with this her.
to
trials
be your hus-
you wish."
She burst out of the house and ran back through the jungle to the water hole shouting with joy, she jumped into the water and started dancing around. As she was doing stream catching
"Thank you
fish.
this she noticed
She quickly ran
for all
to
your help, you've made
happy in life. How can I ever repay you?" "There is no need for your gratitude, young
would have went out of his way
Oni
sitting
down
him.
to help in
it
so that
girl.
I
can be
Any good man He
such a simple matter."
replied.
With
this
answer she knew then
that this
man,
filled
tery and magic, was the one she wanted to spend her
Together they walked back
to the village
life
with myswith.
where she presented her
betrothed to a bewildered father. His hands tied by his promise to her,
he gave his blessing and they were soon married and happy forever after.
photo by Alexander Jacques
47
On
the Agonij and Eventual Piofif of Waiting
-Kaqla mcAuliffeThe Lord promised her
a child;
Sarah waited.
A
year, ten years.
made
She
her husband's breakfast,
paid the servants.
oversaw the plantings and harvests.
Twenty
harvest.
Every year her hair turning grayer, the skin around her knuckles pooling.
She waited
until she
the promise
was not
understood: for her.
Then
way
Sarah stood out of the
of a promise that was
still
her husband's.
Gave him
a
new wife. new wife had
stood by as the the
promised
Still still
making
child.
breakfast.
paying the servants. She
watched the son of her husband grow, year by year, herself growing colder, loosing her spirit.
loosing her husband to a child
they could not share.
Her posture drooping.
Her prayers sobs. Sarah waited.
The Lord
relieved her suffering.
Ninety years. She had a son.
May He
be so gracious to me.
48
ITlommq Walk -Be+h-Anne VandeilaanLet
me
so
can
I
my
put
feel
Your
breath.
For You are the reason
and stepped faith
hke a
but as in the
I
to
You
blood
what
hold on
am
opened the wardrobe for me to have
Because
child.
it's
hard for
me
to believe
Your mane
change
are
beneath I
I
The reason
dawn
feel the
if
inside.
cling to
that will I
Your mane
fingers in
to.
my
all
in I
the world
my
heart and veins
move and
I
wonder-
was always wanting
Because now
that
I
feel
You
fingers
ready
to breathe.
photo by Matthew White
photo by Beth-Anne Vanderlaan
49
Readers, Wiiteis,
and Aisonists
-Jason Vandeilaan-
Sometimes rants are better written and not read, And sometimes silence has the Midas touch.
Sometimes the folded paper fmds its place in the pocket, And sometimes wisdom is found with the teeth on the tongue. But tables have the tendency
When we
least
expect
Because the time
is
to turn
it.
coming
When the voiceless will scream And the unspoken will find a home And
the time
When And
the
is
in
your
ears.
coming
shadows
will burn
the hidden will find a
home
photo by Sara Schactzka
50
in
your eyes.
photo by Brian Gonzalez
\
phoio by Joel Hughes
photos by Matthew White
51
Cesaiio -Kaqla mcAuliffe-
He 1
said:
wish you;
to
life
1
could just be attracted
1
how
straightforward
would seem,
stepped over
a crack in the sidewalk.
The
silence
between us compelled
me
to respond.
So hiding, as always,
behind a I
sisterly affection,
chided his oversimplification:
Wouldn't we, even, over the
A
Who
profile.
argues over television?
don't know.
Some
We
people.
passed a
the Rite
who
Wc I
fight
remote?
smile broke the solemnity
of his
1
TV
man
sitting
Aid pharmacy
beside still
and
pallid-
looked already dead.
wouldn't, he said.
rolled the familiar taste of sadness
around
in
my mouth
and swallowed
it.
52
photo by Jason Vandcrlaan
photo by Brian Gonzalez
53
Wafer
Cold Lake
-BetlvAnne VandeilaanThe
cold.
It's
as
it
air freezes
my
leaves
But the house
mouth.
is
too cramped,
too hot, too noisy.
can't breathe in there.
I
Vacation takes us to the lake.
my
It's
And
first
into the vine
I
am
So
I
about
And
of this family.
to suffocate.
pick up a rock, feel
and throw
I
the cabin here.
time as a grafted branch
it
it
over
across the lake.
can't skip rocks,
but today
is
as
good
as
any
to learn.
Skip. sink. Sink. Plop.
Then Matthew comes out of the house,
and stands beside in
me
the cold.
Picking up
a
smooth stone
he easily swings his arm and
skip, skip, skip
across the lake
it
goes.
54
He
picks up two stones now,
hands one
to
me,
and we begin again.
And suddenly I
remember
why
I'm here.
photo by Jason Vandcrlaan
55
The Truth About Authois -Jcison
Wc
Vanderlaan-
arc guilty,
all
of us,
Poets and novelists alike,
Of the
half-finished.
Half-dreamed, half-hearted.
We
are guilty of the metaphor,
The The The
abandoned;
idea, discarded; story, cut short;
character, half
In the
womb
formed
of our imagination.
We, authors of
creativity
and thought,
Arc guilty of abortions and murders.
Of being distracted and bored and busy. Of leaving a man dangling on the edge of a A woman waiting for her lover to return,
A
simile unfmished, a
rhyme without
its
And we.
We
are so thankful
That
God
is
So thankful
not like us
that
He
is
-
both
Author and Finisher, That He not only writes our
stories,
But became a character.
That He not only composes But
We To
is
life's
poetry,
the poetry of our souls.
are so thankful that finish
He
has promised
what He began.
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cliff,
other half.
My Genesis Why Sing
Franklin Radcliff
-
Smokey Mountain Music
Two Roads Question
Diverged
Wood
in a
Edward Georgeson
Vanessa
-
Emily Appel
Megan Elmendorf
Reverence
Cooking
-
1
Pham
-
in
1
1
-
14
Judy Clippinger
1
Pham
Vanessa
1
1^
Brittany Blankenship
No Way
There's
-
20
Melissa Faifer
Dreams - Matthew Shallenberger Like We Never Loved Before - Darla Jenkins Untitled - Joel Hughes
2
hi
Martha Christian
Mom's Sun
-
Treasure
-
Vanessa
27
Pham
28
29
33
hicarnate
Will
-
-
35
Edward Georgeson
Vanessa
Be There
To The Poet
-
Winter Breeze
-
Pham
40
Ellen Poirier
4
43
Brittany Blankenship -
44
Darla Jenkins
45
Jessica Kisunzu
-
The Marriage Pot the
34
Ismaias Recinos
-
Goat Tale
Come
3
Hughes
Joel
-
30
Sara Schaetzka
32
XoXoXo Shoes
-
Melissa Faifer
Reflection
-
On
-
Megan Elmendorf
Neglected Chance
He
24
Rachel Lovelace
Irish Cliffs
A
22
Brittany Blankenship
-
Box
-
Agony and
Morning Walk
-
-
46
Franklin Radcliff
Eventual Profit
of Waiting
-
Kayla McAuliffe
Beth-Anne Vanderlaan
Readers, Writers, and Arsonists
Cesario
8
10
-
Adventures
-
6 -
Brittany Blankenship
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Smalltown China
Shadows Requiem
5
Sara Schaetzka
-
Moon
Kiss the
When
4
Megan Elmendorf
-
Thomas
Kristin
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Waves
Trail
Sarah Cordes
-
Beauty
1
2
Brittany Blankenship
-
1
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Jason Vanderlaan
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Beth-Anne Vanderlaan
The Truth About Authors
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49 50 52
Kayla McAuliffe
Cold Lake Water
4H
Jason Vanderlaan
54 56
Emily Appcl Brian Gonzalez Joel
1
2,
20, 22, 26, 33, 39
53
4, 50,
Hughes
29,30,38,45,54
Alexander Jacques
47
Ana Prcza
34,39
Sara Schaetzka
50
Marl in Thorman
1,7,
Beth-Anne Vanderlaan
7,49
Jason Vanderlaan
53, 55
Matthew White
6,9, 19,23,27,32,40,49, 5
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11,21,42,43,44
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Judy Clippinger, President Beth-Anne Vanderlaan, Treasurer Jorge Granada, Secretary
Ms. Helen Pyke, Advisor
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