Learning to Walk in Two Worlds

Learning to Walk in Two Worlds

Rae Rose   Skinny as tree limbs, we began to grow curves as if we were turning into musical instruments. We hid our mandolin hips…

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In the Dust of Thunder

In the Dust of Thunder

Rae Rose   The neighbor would bring his horse to our pipe corral, and I would hide under the almond tree. I knew it should…

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