Hypnosis Neva Ilica ’28 the edges of my vision curl a circular blur that blinks white light bends straight and slits through drowsy waves traces the neat outline of crisp leaves a universe of fluttering and fractured pigments flow within the dense dew in the air taking heavy sighs in unison they shimmer in a reality of invisible walls not trapped but waiting to be seen Tearing Through Time Alexa Umwiza ’27 16
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