with a biting windchill of 17 degrees I forged down evergreen street and heard a man yell, August, August, August get back here.
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- Jennifer Bisbing
- Jennifer Bisbing is a professional photographer and freelance writer. She received her BA from San Francisco State University in Humanities with a focus on fiction. She currently writes for Our Urban Times, a neighborhood community paper. Bisbing is co-authoring Wicker Women memoirs, ghost writing Notable Traces and working on a novel.
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the grit on slushed breath drops to the melting styrofoam beneath my footfall.
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