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South End Stew: Beauty Among Us

This is the third in a series of three pieces. The first can be read here. The second can be read here.

by Kelsey Hamlin

But, god damn it, as if we don’t uproot those mother fuckers right back.

I don’t know if the seeds will ever stop whispering. I don’t know if there will ever be a time when the whispers constantly fall on deaf ears to the point where there’s no whispers at all. I don’t know if they’ll ever stop growing.

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