Page 174 from Issue 101 TriQuarterly Departure Having put away their baggage in the cabin they gathered at the prow, where wine and roasted ducks were waiting. Thirty-two students were about to cross the oceans for the first time in our Empire. Among them ...

Page 182 from Issue 101 TriQuarterly He turned, walked back and sat down at the table. He looked at the walls, the refrigerator, the curtains. Verona was gone. The puddle of water was still on the floor. He looked down at the box of diapers at his feet, r ...

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Page 207 from Issue 101 Tr [Quarterly moonlight, like something foreign and breakable. She thinks of all those nights she stayed awake, vigilant, while he slept peacefully beside her— tired, she knows now, from sneaking around and falling in love, too tir ...

Page 212 from Issue 101 TriQuarterly a forest of felled iron. The I is a pine— resinous, flammable root to crown— which throws its cones as far as it can in a fire. 212 Issue 101 page ...