My shaking keeps me steady as I go. Without it I wouldn’t know if I’m alive or dead. This past spring break I was fortunate enough to spend on a service trip…
UConn's Literary & Arts Magazine
My shaking keeps me steady as I go. Without it I wouldn’t know if I’m alive or dead. This past spring break I was fortunate enough to spend on a service trip…
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