Victoria Mayo

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All at once now, she didn't hate anything because she didn't see any reason to take everything so seriously, things were okay after all. The sun would go up and down, she'd walk in it, days would go by, she'd eat and sleep in them. She was okay. Everything seemed a bit more friendly once she knew it was her everywhere she looked.
Walking Through Clear Water in a Pool Painted Black: Collected Stories
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