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The air outside rumbles as planes lift into the sky, while inside garbled announcements blare over the loudspeaker. Somewhere behind me, an older woman speaks in sharp, staccato Italian. But I don’t look away from the curb, my eyes trained on the crowded sidewalk outside the terminal, searching for her, anchoring my belief—and my entire future—on t
... See moreJulie Clark • The Last Flight: A Novel
The Atlantic • Cities Aren’t Built for Kids
The air outside rumbles as planes lift into the sky, while inside garbled announcements blare over the loudspeaker. Somewhere behind me, an older woman speaks in sharp, staccato Italian. But I don’t look away from the curb, my eyes trained on the crowded sidewalk outside the terminal, searching for her, anchoring my belief—and my entire future—on t
... See moreJulie Clark • The Last Flight: A Novel
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Lily was the precious child who was longed for and despaired of before she finally arrived. In psychological terms, Little Brier Rose’s birth is the granting of our heart’s desire after a long, tearful duration of fretful waiting.