observations
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Being inside your car is like being in your own separate world. It’s a small, temporary, transitional space. It’s even more intimate that someone’s home. In a car you go to work, school, date nights, and home. You use it to escape, to come back, to leave and to return. It is how we get
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*Inspired by a walk through campus during finals week.* Finals Week: A Poem The smell of coffee and desperation is in the air. All along hallways students frantically thumb through textbooks, Mutter over notebooks, And curse over flashcards. Students pass-out on the floor, Backpacks used as pillows and jackets as blankets. I walk
Bringing Mae Flowers 