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It was as if I’d swallowed the forest fire itself, all of it burning and alive inside of me
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It was as if I’d swallowed the forest fire itself, all of it burning and alive inside of me
Read MoreYou don’t know. You never have gone anywhere, / they said. You have no travels.
Read MoreOn politics, poetry, and dream machines
Read MoreTikTok ekwa Instagram kiwîcihikon kâwe kâpacihtâhk iyiniw pîkiskwewina ohci metoni iskweyânihk
Read MoreGovernment funding is dwindling. TikTok and Instagram are filling the gap
Read MoreThe lessons I learned at a campus paper are still true today
Read MoreSo it can all begin / again, from scratch.
Read MoreAs a consequence of growing up Black in a white world, I am comfortable feeling alienated from my own emotions
Read MoreAs instructors struggle to meet the complex needs of students, schools are leaving both to fend for themselves
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