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Home-Going

If I walked to the window in the kitchen, the little one right above the creaky sink, I could look out over the backyard of my mother’s grandmother’s house. I gazed out, watching the hill gently slope beyond the fruit…

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Namesake

I climbed the stairs to Aunt Tee’s apartment. The hallway was dark but the semi-opened blinds let in a hint of sunlight on the second-floor…

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