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Fred Wolven
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Fatmir Terziu
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Kyle Hemmings
Adeeko Ibukun
Chris Cialdella
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Dike Okoro
Jennifer Burd
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Alan Britt

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Laszlo Slomovits
Diane Giardi
Running Cub


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this morning the mute white fog
has laid itself down
across the wet grass
like a piece of paper placed
over an unfinished letter
and yes, I know that
summer never really wants to die
because it leaves one thing,
always, unsaid

by midday this mist will retreat
back into the mulch and roots
of the trees, old and entwined,
in the dark forest above this old house
and the sunshine will pretend
it has not already given up

this dying sun will burn us
while we turn the soil
in the now-empty garden
its last fiery breath a reminder
of our carelessness in this late season
when secretly, silently we have already
closed our eyes and begun
to hope for the first of the
dead leaves to crinkle and fall



Michelle Bailat-Jones, Puidoux, Switzerland



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