August 2011
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i was running late to my drawing class and rushing up the stairs past a boy that i have seen regularly on campus, but never spoken to. he slowed down and opened his hands to show me a perfect, still hummingbird; tiny and iridescent in his rough hands. ”it’s the saddest thing ever,” he said and i ran a shaking finger across brilliant down. it will go into the ground having been...
