Memory Dissection: A Statue, My Father, and a Camera Thu Mar 23 2017
The bronze statue looked almost alive—a young girl, life-sized, or nearly. Her small breasts and slim hips placed her at the start of puberty, around twelve or thirteen—we were about the same age. Her mouth was open in a perfect oval. view at roarfeminist
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