The child deconstructs her picture, scraping curls of black crayon; swirls of firework wraiths appear and a hive of red, orange and yellow bees swarms from the smoke of a waxy night. Opposite her, a woman, bright and bedizened in gold rings, ear hoops and bangles that glitter in the flecks of kind eyes, searches […]
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