Snow Angel
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The woman in the picture was so young she looked like a child. Her hair was loose, eyes wide, blue T-shirt stark against the pale lines of arching collarbones. I felt the air leave me in a quiet rush. Not because of the way the photo captured her fleeting youth, but because of the way it highlighted the bruise.
It was a photo of me.
Rachel Price has just one happy memory from her childhood: the mome...
It was a photo of me.
Rachel Price has just one happy memory from her childhood: the mome...
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The woman in the picture was so young she looked like a child. Her hair was loose, eyes wide, blue T-shirt stark against the pale lines of arching collarbones. I felt the air leave me in a quiet rush. Not because of the way the photo captured her fleeting youth, but because of the way it highlighted the bruise.
It was a photo of me.
Rachel Price has just one happy memory from her childhood: the mome...
It was a photo of me.
Rachel Price has just one happy memory from her childhood: the mome...
Read more
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