nanda She waited Parked patiently on the road across from school for the bell to ring, and the stream of eager children spilled out of the large green front doors I spotted her car without trying, it was hard not to. I wasn’t sure how to explain, or whether to do anything but shrug as she ____ to carve enough room in her back seat for my friend. I sat in the front Duct Taped windows offering a glimpse of the true chaos—the sea of feathers— a symphony of smells. When she spoke she pursed her mouth showing her deep thought. Wrinkled her brow pushed up her glasses.
notes: [Describe car - List poem?] [feathers] [pictures of hindu gods]
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