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BERKELEY'S NEWS • FEBRUARY 01, 2023

Ring in the New Year with our 2023 New Year's Special Issue!
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Sometimes homes do not want to protect you. Sometimes they want to see you burn in the fires they light. / Sometimes homes rot, and they want to see you rot too.
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Sometimes homes do not want to protect you. Sometimes they want to see you burn in the fires they light. / Sometimes homes rot, and they want to see you rot too.
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Chance could have faced anywhere else, the fog rolling out to sea, the waning moon or maybe even just toward nothing at all, I walked right past his organs baking on the asphalt with a vacuum in my chest.
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Chance could have faced anywhere else, the fog rolling out to sea, the waning moon or maybe even just toward nothing at all, I walked right past his organs baking on the asphalt with a vacuum in my chest.
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You stopped playing / Go back / Give me the nocturne in the dusky air. / Come closer / The earth wants immensely to know you / Begged me to introduce / You.
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You stopped playing / Go back / Give me the nocturne in the dusky air. / Come closer / The earth wants immensely to know you / Begged me to introduce / You.
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The garage lies in shambles before me, and I can see myself lying in the rubble — just another victim of the collapse. Just another victim of my insistence on zeroing in on the bad and never on the good.
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The garage lies in shambles before me, and I can see myself lying in the rubble — just another victim of the collapse. Just another victim of my insistence on zeroing in on the bad and never on the good.
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Trace me / I am a silhouette / Erase my coloring / I am a b&w sketch. 
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Trace me / I am a silhouette / Erase my coloring / I am a b&w sketch. 
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We tell stories that never do the trick. The events of my day are articulable, but the meaning of a day is always greater than its constituent moments.
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We tell stories that never do the trick. The events of my day are articulable, but the meaning of a day is always greater than its constituent moments.
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You say I’m a classic belle. You have no idea how badly I wanted to hear that. An affirmation that I am not the mess I perceive myself to be
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You say I’m a classic belle. You have no idea how badly I wanted to hear that. An affirmation that I am not the mess I perceive myself to be
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there’s a bubble in the wall above our pillows. it’s a painted over bulge, caught condensation from decades of tenants mouth breathing into a room
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there’s a bubble in the wall above our pillows. it’s a painted over bulge, caught condensation from decades of tenants mouth breathing into a room
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