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At home: A poem

The familiar comfort lingers, amid the throng of foreign faces, the flood of strangeness. So during lonely days, I bring old intimacies in a haze. Oh, I can sense Mom’s supple hand, smell the citrus of the Camry, harken the hum of the city, the tickled taste of cherries or
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Editors’ Note: Feb. 18

This week, The Weekender brings you a collection of portfolio pieces — everything from poetry to photo compilations — in an expose of the many creative talents among the staff of The Daily Californian.
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