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1 " Once I hit my head on concrete and saw saints, oranges, dizzy blood. My skull almost split like a cleaved fruit. To be taken seriously a woman has to become nothing but a wound. "
― Brynne Rebele-Henry , Autobiography of a Wound
2 " The evidence points to: a stranger, a serial, a small manwho everyone saysis gentle "