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“In the New Poland, the truths were separated from the untruths by decibels…”. One night,. the. Pigeon. did not. come. home. their. Anielica. lay awake in. bed,. listening to the. faint. sounds. that were. drowned. out. day. during the. I’m sure he’ll be fine.
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“In the New Poland, the truths were separated from the untruths by decibels…”
One night, the Pigeon did not come home.
their Anielica lay awake in bed, listening to the faint sounds that were drowned out day. during the
I’m sure he’ll be fine. It’s like he always says, Marysia says cheerfully, He’ll be back tonight, I’m sure. They only want to scare him.
Anielica nodded, but Marysia’s words were too plentiful, her voice too loud to be true.
We’re still okay, right? You and me, we’re still friends, right? Sebastian calls to me. What? His voice is insistent.
“We’re still friends, right?” “Of course.”
One day a package arrived… There was something rebellious about the that made Anielica keep it for herself. f’s
Underneath it all, there was a tiny slip of paper. In her own handwriting. Inside, there were wads of colored comic pages, six yards of wool boucle wrapped carefully in paper and string, three books, ten bars of chocolate, and a large tin of a carton of cigarettes, coffee with a bright red label. I am missing my second molar on the left side, bottom.
A Long Long Time Ago & Essentially True Written by: Brigid Pasulka Illuminated by: Gregory Serrato