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Reflections Amid the Stardust
Virgin
by Donna Lee
Once Upon a Visit
by John Gardiner

"I was twenty-six before I finally ran away from home. I'd tried once before; packed my little, brown schoolbag for the journey, pushed down the silver clasps, and trudged all the way up our long gravel drive before turning back. This time, I threw comfortable clothes, sports shoes, paper, pen into an apple crate, into the boot of the car, and drove down to the beach for summer, for three months, to write all that had happened."

"He turned to the second page of the scrapbook, and saw a photo of a little girl, bundled up against the cold, sitting in a child's sleigh with snow piled high all around. He was sure the little girl was his mother. Again, he wondered about the circumstances surrounding the taking of the picture. He wondered what life had been like back in those other, olden
days."

Age of
Interconnectedness

by Martha Frisoli Gibson
Paris A La
Fantastique

by Francine Juhasz

"I'm Moonie." She hands the woman the flyer. "I'm starting a Church." "Isn't that nice?" the woman says to the man. She smiles. Nods again. Under her arm she tucks the flyer, and off they hobble. Yes! thinks Moonie. Her heart pounds. Her soul soars. "The kickoff is next Saturday night, at midnight, on Cambridge Common," she calls, hoping she doesn't sound too excited. "Isn't that nice?" the man says to the woman, nodding back at Moonie.

"I took my grief to Paris. Yes, I took it to Paris, for it was cluttering my provincial mind with a thousand grotesque shapes artfully created to take the place of love. In the small Alsatian village of my sorrow, it was mocking me for an artless marriage, and reproaching me for my divorce.
And I thought, "Twenty-four years old is too young for all of this, too young for grief. And - oh! - a provincial twenty-four is even younger yet."

 
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