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Time rushes on. A minute ago it was January. A year ago we left Florida for up north to be near, nearer, family. Leaving a place that has been home is bittersweet. The compelling reasons take a backseat as the day of departure approaches, and the smallest moments of beauty and wonder hit hard. Morning…
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Will we get through the narrowspast this rushing of wild and wanton whitewaters of cruelty, brutality and a family huddlescrunched against the attackingagents wielding weaponssmashing glass for the security of the homeland miles from yesterdaywe told ourselvesthiscouldneverhappenhere nearly naked men piled in cagesarrested detained deporteda photo op moment in time we run with the riverrapids…
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From the first paragraph, Clarissa let it be known that while I might think I was in control of the narrative, this story was hers, not mine, to tell. So began a new chapter on a cold dark February morning in Southern Maine. Drawing upon one of my life’s inciting moments, I began to build…