Kate Buse-Oberto

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Time slipped out of joint, like a dislocated shoulder. Silence. The darkness was so all-consuming, the only way I could stay alive was to find a source of light inside myself. I don’t know how else to explain it. I fell inward, and I found a beautiful world. I built a beautiful home. I created a beautiful life.
Paris: A Memoir for Young Women in the Age of Influencers
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