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  • Writer's pictureJan Avellana


Freedom comes with keys in hand

to unbound every lock

With wings she flies

and clips the ties that bind

Loose! Loose!

With open arms she wanders to, and fro,

seeking the desperate and distraught,

Turning water into wine,

Turning water into wine.

-j. a. hongo, 2023

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