Tag: high school
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A Graduation Aftermath
If my bones were robust but hollow I’d lift my arms up and glide into my memory and it would feel like the first time that my limbs swam underwater. My hips and ankles colliding gently, a clumsy dance, exhilarating as my heart raced wherever, however, I’d go find us so that at 5 years…
Claudia Rojas 