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Postscript: Post-COVID

  The school buses on route again, veering left at the hypotenuse of Angle Road. In school clothes a year outgrown, kids jostle & jockey into forgotten order. Parents cuss the school zones like it’s the end of summer. It just doesn’t feel like fall with its tang of Elmer’s paste, pencil shavings, Borax, mown […]

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