Dear Generous Reader,
Today I’m sending you a story I wrote in 2016. It was a black winter evening, and I’d spent the day spent sweating over a manuscript I had to submit for my MFA. I had that acute, nauseated feeling of having spent every word in my body. There was more work to be done, but I’d nothing left to give to the page—not a partially formed im…
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