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Invisible String
By Hope Jenkinson | October 3“I am falling with the cherry blossoms,” Nalani declares, arm flopped over her eyes—whether to block the sun or simply out of the dramatic is beyond me. She is stretched out across the sun-stippled grass, her skirt rumpled, homework pinned and creasing under her leg. The red string tied around her pinky finger flutters against her cheek in the breeze before disappearing around the tree.
