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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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purples, grieving retiring skies
and chipping walls left far behind. Blue ridges line yellow centers of tempting nectar or buried stars; she carved constellations with wooden wands and arranged bouquets with fallen scars. Hercules, Aries, Hydra, Orion, she plucked men among the stems, snipped and tossed the yellow suns from aging petal rims. Look here, she called, see what trimming can save? Hydrangeas share a history of saving my family name. Comments are closed.
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