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That’s what she’s doing now, on the train, for her boyfriend. You could come in on it if you want.
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I’m talking about a story that leaves a scar, an invisible scab that you return to weeks, months, and years after you’d read it.
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My grandma never spoke of the loneliness, never mentioned her loss. These unsaid things: these silences run in the family.
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As the Jeeps rush down the highway, the old man, 73-year-old artist Alvaro Enciso, asks Alicia the names of the dead migrants.
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We are, as writers, the solar collector, the hybrid engine: we take energy from what surrounds us or our remembering of surroundings
