Preces
I. April 2022 I was too slow to take a picture on the first morning. I didn’t see her until I’d backed out of my spot. Seeing her alive, her neck held high, stunned me. I lived by a traffic-congested intersection in Greenville, South Carolina, across the street from an abandoned lot, a bus stop, […]
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