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Retrieve the best moments and never look back, But time won‟t let me go forward- too late for that. Forest Walk Lydia Fernandez The air is crisp and cold as you walk among the trees. The temperature is freezing and you hold your arms close to your body to preserve heat. Snowflakes float delicately from the sky, coating the frozen ground. Leaves crunch under your boots as you walk, dodging fallen trees and branches. Your gloved hands grip shrub branches, clearing a path on which to walk. You smile over your shoulder at your best friend, who walks behind you, bundled up in her hat and coat. She laughs at something her cousin says, as he walks to her left. The three of you walk along a babbling creek, curious to see where it goes. Each step you take is cautious, as you do not want to fall into the icy water. To cross the creek you must hop on stepping stones, but none of them is flat enough. You can see each breath taken as the three of you discuss a way to get across. Instead you all decide to turn around and go back to the cabin in which you are staying. As you walk, you look up into the sky at the bony treetops. The branches are black against the bleak, cloudy sky. Despite how dead the world looks, it is more in a dormant phase. Winter time in the forest is peaceful, but not always.
Waiting. Oyshi Nabi This constant waiting, Has strained my soul. It is the never-ending feeling of falling, Extremely scary. I am drowning in the stress, I am waddling around, In the mess that has become my life. I am ever waiting. Patience, The virtue which is rendering me insane. Today is the 14 th of March, And I have a letter. Shall it express my doom? I am excited, yet frightened. I am done waiting. Acceptance. It is mine, I am going to college. It is time for the next chapter.
Page 1 and 2: Jenna DiFalco ‟12 (Co-editor) Oys
Page 3 and 4: Conscience My Ghost …Lydia Fernan
Page 5 and 6: By the Stars Alexandra Galarza If I
Page 7 and 8: Love Lydia Fernandez What is love?
Page 9 and 10: Cariño Micaela Costanza Me despier
Page 11 and 12: A Mother’s Whispers LylaCerulli Y
Page 13 and 14: Fifteen Lyla Cerulli Today is the w
Page 15 and 16: Violin of Pain Lyla Cerulli My razo
Page 17 and 18: No Title, Please LylaCerulli If you
Page 19 and 20: Bigger Than a Star Alexandra Galarz
Page 21 and 22: Major Comeback, Minor Setback Alexa
Page 23 and 24: Bro’ Michelle Costanza Street-wal
Page 25 and 26: Success Lydia Fernandez I don‟t k
Page 27 and 28: Go Ahead. Do it. Lyla Cerulli For t
Page 29: Time Has A Way of Catching Up to Me
Page 33 and 34: Advertencia Warning Jenna DiFalco H
Page 35 and 36: And I cannot be caught! Conscience,
Page 37 and 38: Life’s Game Lydia Fernandez You f
Page 39 and 40: The Plot Bunny Lydia Fernandez I ne
Page 41 and 42: In the crisp grass, To feel the bla
Page 43 and 44: Corrupted by Rock Alone Lyla Cerull
Page 45 and 46: She makes me feel like a hero and t
Page 47 and 48: I always see that man who sells mop
Page 49 and 50: My 142 Michelle Costanza She and He
Page 51 and 52: An Evening Run Eileen Creighton Ano
Page 53 and 54: And so I had found my cup of tea In
Page 55 and 56: The soul drowned in shame. How‟d

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