Hana Kruse
Butterfly Kendel Burke
The window remained opened like a giant, unblinking eye and a woman with silver hair and beady eyes sat in her wooden rocking chair at the center of her home. She anxiously lurched backward and forward, backward and forward, concentrating on the “tick tock” of her grandfather clock.
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Alyssa Schroff
Her walls were black and her space was small and silent, afraid of letting in any light of any kind. She refused to leave her home or let anyone in, and she grew old alone 50
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