By: Gabriela Yareliz I saw her sitting on a bench on the train platform in what looked like shredded pajamas. She sat there with a satin looking shower cap on her head, surrounded by clumps of mashed potatoes. At least five clumps. She sat there smiling to no one in particular. The people on theContinue reading “The Capsule”
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GABRIELA YARELIZ 