Hungry after school, we bought
a jumbo pretzel from the bakery
one with crystalline salt
like tiny mountain caps
perched on its curves,
then wandered into the sculpture garden
across the way where
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This was going to be a high-concept playlist. I’d been thinking about it for
weeks, plotting out
When I was a child, having eight grandparents meant little more than extra
presents on Christmas. Now, I look back and see what I missed — the terse
conversations, stiff hugs, and apologetic, early
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Aeneas leans his hand against a palm tree,
Rough to the touch and real—his gods appear
As dreams, as voices, mists, hallucinations.
Walking by Dido’s palace, Aeneas stops,
Listens for flutes