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  • Memorial

    Jerry Tomlin came awake slowly. The sunlight sneaking in through the slats of his bedroom window's blinds made golden-white crosscuts vertically down his face, and two ultrabright beams fell right ...

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When she transformed into a butterfly, the caterpillars spoke not of her beauty, but of her weirdness. They wanted her to change back into what she always had been. But she had wings.
— Dean Jackson