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Read Poetry: AT THE PARK, by Ariel Westberg

A low-slung mist stultifies the LA sunscape, setting the stage to play the part of a rainforest’s cupola. But rain doesn’t come even though I am ready. Boots and sweater, and a nameless heartache to accompany my attire, hibernation at … Continue reading

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