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a space for youth writing on mental health & identity
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a space for youth writing on mental health & identity
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down cocoons onto these bangles. One for your first forgotten password. One for your mother. Find a bed of crackling scorpions and field mice. Pick them up by stinger and by tail, until the sun dries their summering coats. Emerge onto the dawning plains, smelling of sage and hair slick with sweat. You have earned an olive cloak. Comments are closed.
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