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The Magic of Cigarette Smoke
STORY BY STORY BY SOPHIA RILEY
There were three things I was determined to do during my fourteen weeks abroad, only one of which I actually achieved.
The first was to journal every single day, and I did. I scribbled down every trivial memory, everything that made me mad, everything I ate, and then I taped down every ticket, leaf, and pamphlet to boot. Goal achieved.
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Where the Ukrainian Family Stays
WORDS AND PHOTOGRAPHY BY JC JOHNSON
I’m a city person. I love the pace, the noise, the endless barrage of things to look at. I love to study the skyline, the museums, the lights at night, the people. Typically, I’m not too fond of the countryside. But there’s something about Scotland, especially the Scottish Highlands..
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Rosemary
FICTION BY KAITLYN MCCRACKEN
Looking at the wren hopping surprisingly close to her shoe, the girl had the same thought she often had when thinking about birds:
My goal in life is to have the confidence of a Manhattan pigeon.
Except that this was not Manhattan, and this was not a pigeon. Alex (that was the girl’s name) remembered reading London travel articles the week before and finding an article about above-ground train stations using trained hawks to ward off pigeons.