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Vivian Chambers
@lesscomposed
Alina K
@dialogwithalina
Allison Sims
@allisonsims
Grace Macaulay, then: seventeen, small and plump, with skin that went brown by the end of May. Her hair was black and oily, and had the hot consoling scent of an animal in summer. She disliked books, and was by nature a thief if she found a thing to be beautiful, but not hers. She didn’t know she couldn’t sing. She was inclined to be cross.
Sarah Perry • Enlightenment
Alice
@slice97
Edwidge Danticat story: “Shame is heavier than a hundred bags of salt.”
Alexander Chee • The Best American Essays 2022
‘Motherhood is an obliteration of the self,’
Diana Evans • Ordinary People: Shortlisted for the Women's Prize for Fiction 2019
with curiosity and compassion.