By: Gabriela Yareliz I was on the train stuck in the tunnel. I was seated by the window, and I would lean toward the glass to see the darkness ahead. I was looking for the literal light at the end of the tunnel where the train takes the bridge toward Manhattan. We passed a deceivingContinue reading “The Tunnel”
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GABRIELA YARELIZ 