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Here I rest, in South Georgia. A few feet of evolution away lie the graves of whale hunters, pointing north. A white fence shields them from elephant seals and their…
Our Dangerous Sweetness By Amir Rabiyah When I hear the news, another one of us has been killed my heart constricts I reach with a frantic grief towards a soothing…
In Flanders Fields By John McCrae In Flanders fields the poppies blow Between the crosses, row on row, That mark our place; and in the sky The larks, still bravely…