ISSUE 3 / FALL 2005
Issue 3

When I Went Looking for You the First Time
by Stephanie Morgan

It's a drizzling dusk when I finally decide to head home. Leaves and bits of paper scrape the pavement as they're blown across the street sideways. Waiting for a car to pass, I wonder why I continue to ignore what's right in front of me.

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