July
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An oddly mild month January has been, warm like the head of a newborn child,the days brim with potential,flowing, yet tensile. If one was so inclined to break the laminar flow,to seep into the brine,the salty noveltyof new days and due dates and a fresh gaze,they may find it to overflow. Potential calcifies when its spilled. Collecting over
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I’m a child of the hot July sun. I couldn’t wait to peel a wet bathing suit off my taut skin after a swim. I wanted that first feeling of realizing the sun was still out at 9pm, knowing the season had just begun and anything was possible. I wanted blackened feet from being barefoot
Lashanda Forsberg 