We Are the Stuff of Wounds and Love
Stories don't just pop into our heads by accident
A young girl of seven is rocking on the edge of a curb, attempting to soothe her anxiety by hugging her knees to her chest while she scans the street for any sign of her promised visitor.
She is waiting for her biological mother to arrive in celebration of her birthday.
Her excitement has swept her off the front p…
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