trained eye
Nadia L.
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This work was inspired by a piece of my mother’s trauma. At around 13, she attended her stepfather’s funeral, and I imagined, as she peered into his open-faced casket, how it felt to be one of the only people who knew exactly where his gunshot wound was. This piece is dedicated to my mother, her family, and my step-grandpa, whom I never got to meet.
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Getting in the zone.