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Paths to Refuge
… how that next chapter of the migration story begins. To compartmentalize the experience this way seems at least a little fraught with too much convenience, but it also points to an important principle in the business of literary … has only gotten darker: In 2016, more than 5,000 migrants died or went missing at sea, making it the deadliest year to …
Living With Cancer
… dream. So it doesn’t hurt when the body screams, she becomes a body without a mind, a mind without a body. Like a … the dreams gliding everywhere. Like strands of hair, they come loose at the source. While the surgeon’s hands move …
Games
… platform. Her body attentive to the need to lay still, the composure of her limbs reflected the grace of the memory. … because you’re the only one who will remember him.” “Did he die?” “No. I don’t think so. If he had, there would have … it, take it. It’s valuable. It cost a lot of money in 1926, the year I was married. That’s when your father had …
See You Around
… embrace, slapping of backs, expostulations of love. Tears come to the eyes of old men and nuns. Rollo has not seen his … moaning of the wind and the hiss of spray, sounds to the audience like a grown man’s cry of despair. “Are you sure?” … this crazy business. Yes, he has time. Just. If he hurries. 262-274 By Stephen Minot …
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Everything Splashes and Sinks
… furniture. The boys watched in startled silence as three soldiers alighted beside the truck, all wearing fatigues whose … on the courtyard cement. (On those nights when her cooked meals couldn’t serve as birdfeed, she reached for a tin of red … off the made-up bed. He would give Big Mama no reason to complain. Not about noisemaking, rough play, delaying her …
The Past Hangs Over Asia
… Russia, and Japan have faced each other in every possible combination of alignments, and have employed, in turn, all … ready to discharge this responsibility,” they say; and the die-hards add, “The Chinese never will be ready.” Thus the … be said in justice that even a beginning has been made. 257-269 …
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