words & wanderlust

Issue 8 - Accolades

Vague hints of spring ripple the air, and pigeons coo coyly on the sill as they draw up their Valentine greetings. We get them all year long.

I once knew only travel, not arrival. I knew I could flee, but I could not picture myself five weeks older, three flights up a crooked staircase.

The publishing date declares this our End of Summer issue, but really, we feel these things year-round.

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