The temperature hovers near forty degrees. More than a dozen children stand with me in a haphazard circle in the playground. By Megan Sager
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We are allowed to do what we love, no matter how well we do it. By Abigail Rasminsky
The temperature hovers near forty degrees. More than a dozen children stand with me in a haphazard circle in the playground. By Megan Sager
We are allowed to do what we love, no matter how well we do it. By Abigail Rasminsky