Parked between the bridges A disabled carousel waits in view, begging for action The shadows of myself dissolve into the ice in the grounds I brought with me The polar pieces of myself wade gently in the east river

Parked between the bridges A disabled carousel waits in view, begging for action The shadows of myself dissolve into the ice in the grounds I brought with me The polar pieces of myself wade gently in the east river

Parked between the bridges A disabled carousel waits in view, begging for action The shadows of myself dissolve into the ice in the grounds I brought with me The polar pieces of myself wade gently in the east river

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You walk into your bedroom and you find a crumpled piece of paper under the bed. You open the sheet of paper and see it's folded into 6 quadrants. There's a headphone jack in the corner of the page. You get your headphones out of your bag, plug it in, and realize what you've discovered, a collaborative zine by Jazmine (JT) Green and friends.

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You walk into your bedroom and you find a crumpled piece of paper under the bed. You open the sheet of paper and see it's folded into 6 quadrants. There's a headphone jack in the corner of the page. You get your headphones out of your bag, plug it in, and realize what you've discovered, a collaborative zine by Jazmine (JT) Green and friends.

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