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      <title>We Contain Multitudes</title>
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      <description>Back in the late 50s and early 60s, there was a cop show called &amp;ldquo;Naked City&amp;rdquo; on network TV. Each episode always ended with a narrator&amp;rsquo;s voice in-toning the same line: &amp;ldquo;There are eight million stories in the naked city. This has been one of them.&amp;rdquo;
I&amp;rsquo;m thinking about this phrase&amp;mdash;particularly the eight million stories part&amp;mdash;as I assemble the essays for this issue of Rootstalk which community members in Grinnell, Iowa, worked up with Jon Andelson, me and our students in the community writing workshop we convened last spring.</description>
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      <title>Associate Editor&#39;s Note</title>
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      <description>I’ve always felt that cities were too crowded. They have too much cement, too many cars and horns and sirens. They’re never truly dark. During my first week here in Iowa, I attended a bonfire out in the prairie. It felt so calm, so quiet. Beyond the welcoming glow of the campfire, I was surrounded by proper darkness, full of rustling prairie grasses, crickets, and, beyond the smaller noises, silence.</description>
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      <description>Each issue of Rootstalk is created through the dedicated efforts of Grinnell College students who create or edit our content. These students are either employed by the journal (during the fall semester) or else take a spring class, Digital Journal Publishing, which is built around the creation of the Spring issue. The students below took the class during the spring of 2019:
 Anna Brew ‘21 Sang Yoon Byun ‘21 Emma Christoph ‘19 Illana Cohen ‘21 Amelia Darling ‘19 Maya Dru ‘21 Ethan Evans ‘20 Anjali Jain ‘21 Anushka Kulshreshtha ‘21 Stephen Lemmon ‘22 Daisy Morales ‘20 Max Aryn Semba ‘20 Rachel Snodgrass ‘21 Jeremy Sparagon ‘20  </description>
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      <title>Editor&#39;s Note: The Butterfly Effect</title>
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      <description>I have had my second injection of the Moderna vaccine and, as of two days ago, I’m 90 percent immune to the coronavirus. As I write this, outside my window spring is on its way, and I should be feeling hopeful rather than melancholy. But after a year that has provided as much storm and stress as 2020, maybe the way I’m feeling is understandable.
I’m not quite old enough to have experienced the McCarthy era first-hand, but I’ve experienced its reverberating shock-waves all my life.</description>
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      <description>Emma Thomasch When I decided to attend college in Iowa, I received many questions about why I had chosen to go so far from home, why I would attend college in such a small town “in the middle of nowhere,” and what there was in Iowa that I preferred to schools elsewhere. At the time, I didn’t know how to answer—as a New Yorker, I was uncertain enough of my own decision to spend four years in the middle of cornfields without having to justify it to anyone else.</description>
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      <title>Exploring the Prairie&#39;s Palette from Spring to Fall</title>
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      <description>Periodically, we like to allow one of our Associate Editors to take over the Editor’s column for an issue. We thought Hannah’s extraordinary re-imagining of the prairie’s changing seasonal colors deserved such a recognition. Mark Baechtel, Editor-in-chief If a fountain could jet bouquets of chrome yellow in dazzling arches of chrysanthemum fireworks, that would be Canada Goldenrod. Each three-foot stem is a geyser of tiny gold daisies, ladylike in miniature, exuberant en masse.</description>
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