These trees on the way home from class are quintessentially autumnal, but my south asian mind is bungeeing into spring and childhood, because it's the kind of green touched by yellows, pinks, and oranges, that we'd call "tender mango leaf."_
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James R. Kincaid, an English prof. at USC, has been writing in The Slate, and practically everywhere else, about how we are given to autom...
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Friends and old neighbors shutting it down in honor of John Crawford. _
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She knows that the child and his friend --another child-- read her words. She hides small messages of hope and love ...
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