Imaginings
stories, creative nonfiction, poetry, and other imaginative accounts of the natural world
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Gifts and Ghosts
By Kate Wright I’m seven years old dancing to Buddy Holly on a red rug. The warm crackle of the stylus on the vinyl rhymes with the burning wood hissing on the open fire. Carbon, once captured and condensed into living forests, is rapidly escaping its cellulose confines.