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Dispatch: Daegu, South Korea

Elizabeth Riggio When I walk to work, there is the sidewalk–curvy bricks of green and grey colored clay. There is the river that curves below me. There are the students–walking to school, sleepy-eyed or chatting with friends. There are the…

Something I Know

Gabrielle Freeman   I push and twist the needle tip onto the pen designed for children; the sharp punctures the rubber membrane of the small glass vial. I pierce my daughter’s thigh, fatty enough for insulin.   Aurora was three.…