I AM WILDRICE. JOURNALISM PHOTOGRAPHY CULTURE STYLE
ISSUE 1
They stared at my skin, my freckles and strangely curly hair, they noticed my eyes were blue. One of the girls gasped and came close, peering into my eyes. Gently, she put one small hand on my cheek and pushed my face toward her friend.
“Sissy look, she has sky in her eyes.”
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I held out my arm to her, palm up and she pointed to the blue tinge under my wrist where the veins could be seen. ”It’s so fragile,” she said, looking at my arm but holding her own, “I feel like it would break if I touched it.”
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