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The Peregrine Review

Authors

Meg Banning

Abstract

our last night there is a steady rhythm to the dull humming of the engine. We sit in your old green car, waiting out the pouring rain. The window begin to fog, so i raise my hand to the cool glass and wipe the dew away. The echoes of yellow light from the porches along the street sneak in between raindrops.

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