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an open space for youth writing & mental health discussion
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an open space for youth writing & mental health discussion
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![]() The sonamu branch criss-crossed the sky resembling barbed wires. Under the trees, on their formica countertop, the neighbors were baking kneading dough while we lit the stove and sautéed japchae on the pan. Pounding rain outside receded through
the hallway and we left the noodles plated near the windowsill where we could see the sun clotting the horizon, waiting until our black silhouettes melted in the frothing shallows of the lake below, our shadows dancing in the dark. Comments are closed.
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