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VISUAL AND DIGITAL ARTS<\/h2>\n\n\n\n
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Photo credit: Amber Buttigieg<\/strong><\/figcaption><\/figure>\n<\/div><\/div>\n<\/div><\/div>\n\n\n\n
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Photo credit: Amy Duong<\/strong><\/figcaption><\/figure>\n<\/div><\/div>\n<\/div><\/div>\n\n\n\n
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Photo credit: Rachel Little<\/strong><\/figcaption><\/figure>\n<\/div><\/div>\n<\/div><\/div>\n\n\n\n
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Photo credit: Gian Villanueva<\/strong><\/figcaption><\/figure>\n<\/div><\/div>\n<\/div><\/div>\n\n\n\n
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Illusion. Author: Jenny Fok<\/strong><\/figcaption><\/figure>\n<\/div><\/div>\n<\/div><\/div>\n\n\n\n
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Abstract. Author: Chesley Davis<\/strong><\/figcaption><\/figure>\n<\/div><\/div>\n<\/div><\/div>\n<\/div><\/div>
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PHOTOGRAPHY<\/h2>\n\n\n\n
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Photo credit: Joy Hunos<\/strong><\/figcaption><\/figure>\n<\/div><\/div>\n<\/div><\/div>\n\n\n\n
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Photo credit: Angelo Briones<\/strong><\/figcaption><\/figure>\n<\/div><\/div>\n<\/div><\/div>\n\n\n\n
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Photo credit: Juan Delgado<\/strong><\/figcaption><\/figure>\n<\/div><\/div>\n<\/div><\/div>\n<\/div><\/div>
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ART FOUNDATION<\/h2>\n\n\n\n
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Author: Christine Smith<\/strong><\/figcaption><\/figure>\n<\/div><\/div>\n<\/div><\/div>\n\n\n\n
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Author: Rachel Oliveira<\/strong><\/figcaption><\/figure>\n<\/div><\/div>\n<\/div><\/div>\n<\/div><\/div>
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CREATIVE WRITING – FICTION, CREATIVE NON-FICTION, POETRY<\/h2>\n\n\n\n
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Gentle Breath<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Fake it<\/p>\n\n\n\n

If you must<\/p>\n\n\n\n

To beat the fight.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

She is weary<\/p>\n\n\n\n

With gentle breath<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And a loving heart.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

You can live like water<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Flow on on on<\/p>\n\n\n\n

You\u2019re alright.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Author: Candace Deleskie<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n<\/div><\/div>\n<\/div><\/div>\n\n\n\n

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Parched<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

We are driving through a field the colour of an old yellow dog, searching for a slough\u2014a black water mirage relayed to us by a drone, before it too fell from the sky.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Tufts of stubble and straw crumble under the tires of our tired old Chevy, one of the last internal combustion vehicles left on the planet. It belches black smoke from a rusted-out muffler. Its timing belt squeals like an overworked mule.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

That summer the world had turned into a massive fire pit, evaporating all surface water into one, threatening, anvil cloud. For weeks, the cloud hung heavy and dark over the landscape, holding its precious moisture hostage, as a punishment, as a warning. We prayed. We pleaded. We said we\u2019re sorry, but everything was too far gone. The cloud floated away to someplace else.\u00a0<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The slough, we find, is a sad puddle banked with dried reeds, their stems snapped at an acute forty degrees (we pay attention to numbers now, not like before, when we ignored their alarming predictions).<\/p>\n\n\n\n

We flutter like birds in a bath.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

We wash the filth from our faces.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

We fill our bottles with murky water, and swallow our pride.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Author: Kathy Seifert<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n<\/div><\/div>\n<\/div><\/div>\n<\/div><\/div>

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GAME PROGRAMMING<\/h2>\n\n\n\n
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