This is a story about the classism in society told through a womxn's eyes. It is a profound look into shame we carry, as we fall into the inner grace of the laugh lines and the sorrow of an unknown eye, striking against us into the versions of endless selves; crippling under the weight, strengthened by that same weight, endlessly recycling what we remembered into who, and what we can only see: the wall within; and the body that claims its nuances. This is a piece of my larger series as it is a fictional biography about an unknown writer.
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