August 14, 2017

by: Kimmery Martin

“Fat moths the size of palms wreathed my hair like pearls and moonstones. And then, as I had done since before language burgeoned in the velvet clefts of the mind - I danced.” (230, Chokshi)

Ripe with vivid descriptive language and an enthralling story with roots in Hin...

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