Tracing My mother has two, six-inch long scars on the front of her shoulders as if heaven made a mistake and stitched wings on the wrong side and angels had to saw them off. But truthfully, while playing basketball, the bird of her bone simply fell from the nest of her joint. She was opened by a surgeon’s knifedifferently …



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