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    A Destined Chance

    Our stories start long before we do. We ourselves are just one small fragment in a gargantuan mosaic, a mere paint speck in an epic mural. Although we can only see from our particular place in the picture, sometimes we catch a glimpse of the entire masterpiece. Had the wind shifted just slightly in Pompeii on the day Mount Vesuvius’ erupted in 79 AD, my ancestors wouldn’t have survived. Instead, they managed to escape the smoldering city that had been their home, continuing our lineage for countless generations, eventually leading to my great grandmother’s family departing Italy for America and ultimately, my own existence. When my family arrived on Ellis…

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    La Muse

    I figured the only way to get you back was to write about you. For months I've summoned your presence but you've refused to materialize, leaving me in a painstaking state where I'm unsatisfied and intimidated by my writing