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Atomic Flowers

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Share this Post Illustration by Elizabeth Bowling. “Be still, child. Let time undo itself so we may all return to our true home, the warmth of a kissed cheek in the vacuum of space from our true mother star, telling us to be calm and float away to pollinate every planet we see. They are as innumerable as the infinity above, around, and within you, each a channel for creation. Let life appear and disappear again, blink and breathe in and out, forever and ever, amen.” These were the last words my ma would say to me every night, and …

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World History from the View of Someone Who Cheated Their Way Through

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Illustration by Justin Lau. Illustration by Justin Lau. A zillion years ago, a big, huge lump of dirt fell on the ground, but it didn’t hit the ground, it just kinda stopped falling and started to float. Or maybe it never stopped falling. Maybe we still are falling. Who knows. Nobody I know really can say they saw it, so it’s all speculation for real. So, whatever. This big, huge ball of dirt, of mud, of soil, it kinda has to spin to stay floating (or falling) and eventually (the same way old bread gets moldy, the same way old …