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| By Amber Caron

[ Issue Issue #15 ]

What the Birds Knew

In my most vivid memory of my daughter, we are on the beach in Kauai and she is walking toward me, hair wet and tangled, legs pink with sunburn. Her purple bathing suit is too small for her. She extends her cupped hands toward me. “Daddy, look,” she says, opening her fingers. There in her …