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In the new episode of ON BEING, " Your Life Is a Poem ," poet Naomi Shihab Nye talks about growing up in Ferguson, Missouri and o...

Monday, August 19, 2013

Early Growth by Rachel O'Neill

At her party the boy runs best with the hard-boiled egg. During
the obstacle course she meets him at the bird feeder on top of
which raisins are scattered. �I�m a bird,� she nibbles and the boy
really does bob and nod. Later he says, �we�re twins, and I can
telepathically read the thoughts in your head,� at which point she
makes a dent in his leg. It�s spring. Sometimes she hears an animal
cry as

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