“What do you know of killing a child?” Medea shouted, her voice trembling with the hereafter. The woman bowed her head, circling endlessly over rocky ground, stacking stones, whispering absence and omission as her weapons, searching for forgiveness that would never come.
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The book, at its core, follows the speaker’s daily journeys along a rugged mountain road over the course of a year, with the gravel thoroughfare and its environs serving much the way Thoreau’s Walden Pond once did— fueling reflections on humanity in general, and the present moment more specifically.
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“It felt good to be in their brainy female world, which defied the patriarchal Latin culture under Franco.”
(nonfiction)
Last week, we had a grammar unit on expressing desires and regrets. I wish, we hope, if only.
(nonfiction)
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