The Round, Fall 2019: Issue XIX

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Sarah Morgan

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PROOF My mother used to take a piece of muslin cloth and lay it over a mixing bowl When the dough would rise she would lift it and lay it on the counter with a sprinkle of flour beneath, folding the dough in on itself over and over until it formed into a ball This is how it felt when your life began like something had risen and started folding in like a sprinkle of stardust, Being compressed like something inside began holding its breath


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