The Confluence of Birds, Language, and Mammals
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Hummingbirds are my favorite. I love their iridescent plumage, but I think I’d be a mockingbird were I...
The summer before our senior year, Liam had proposed an open relationship. Had he been a Gender Studies major, I would’ve understood; the proposition...
The baby wails. The baby—beautiful, horrible, the love of their lives, scrunching its brown eyes, stretching its brown skin, body swaddled in cotton, body...