Wake
Wake
There are very few photographs of her from then. She grew up in a tiny place, not a small one like the others.1 Her island is set apart, far from the mainland, which is an island too. In one of the photographs, she stands, young and still, hand on her hip, without a smile, in front of a commuter plane. It was there because it had crashed. She was there because it was something different: 3 x 3-inches, black and white....
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