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True North

For a moment Ignacio forgets himself, forgets the wails of the baby next door that pierce the clapboard apartment walls, forgets the tension in the space just above his shoulder blades that flares with each unattended scream. From his third-floor window he is looking at the sidewalk below and the rain, just enough to mat [...]

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I used to think my grandmother was crazy. She’d sit in our backyard for hours talking to the trees. I remember her telling me once that “trees are our people because they’re the offspring of the Earth’s undying spirit and our noble blood, which has been spilled all across this land.” Her favorite tree was [...]

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