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Even as she pushed herself through the house, she didn’t want to know what had forced Shira into that state of shock. Photo by Gabriela Camerotti.
A milkweed of a woman, standing with a strange magician beneath a starry sky, Gracey was faced with the reality she’d been running from for a long time. Photo by Valerie Everett
“Old Leviathan is the gigantic turtle that lives in the old pond. Way I hear it, though, he only comes out at night. And though it’s technically morning, it’s still dark. He’s probably still out.”