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Rachel Wetzsteon
The park admits the wind, the petals lift and scatter like versions of myself I was on the verge of becoming; and ten years on and ten blocks down I still can’t tell whether this dispersal resembles a fist unclenching or waving goodbye.
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May 24, 2021
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