lifestyle
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I feel it in the swing of my step as “Peter” blasts through my headphones. There’s a pep in my walk today, like I’m finally heading somewhere important even though it’s just a small-town café. After a year like this one, I deserve a break. The quiet. The peace. The past year was a test.
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Autumn stands on the stage and looks down at their friends, trying not to notice everyone else filling the seats. Their friend Mandy signed them up for the Holiday open mic at Silver Creek Café. Their shaky voice begins: “The Christmas Miracle that you wouldn’t imagine would ever come out of the short-haired, non-binary, flannel,
Written Through These Amber Eyes 