Kyra Lipetzky, C’24 The wind blows through me, harsh and cold as it drags the dying leaves across my feet. Shuddering, I pull my-self away, taking a step back from the cracked pavement I was on. There’s a chuckle, warm as the fragile embers of a doused fire, “You’ll get used to it kid.” TheContinue reading “Invisible”
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