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March 5, 2025: Levin MacIvor-Andersen, "Nilla Wafers"


Nilla Wafers

by:  Levin MacIvor-Andersen

She sits there, rocking back and forth, back and forth. 
the window open to let in the breeze. I sit on her lap 
as she shows me photo after photo, each with a story to tell.
Whether it's about an old friend, a place she lived, or an experience, 
I sit entranced by the history of her life, partially captured 
in these multitudes of photos. all while eating Nilla Wafer cookies,
the crumbs covering my lap, my face, and my fingers.
I sit still and listen, my eyes closed, imagining these scenes.



Levin MacIvor-Andersen is a weirdo who lives in Marquette, Michigan, and loves biking, swimming, reading, playing games, and hanging out with friends. He has been writing poetry for two years and can't wait to see his writing published!  Also, his patronus is a hedgehog.  Levin is a Yooper.

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