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DARKNESS AT NOON
“A harsh word could kill her, imagined insults lurked in chance encounters. A vulnerable complex organism, she was made to be hurt.’
—Peggy Kirkaldy, “Portrait of a Lost Friend”1
“A harsh word could kill her, imagined insults lurked in chance encounters. A vulnerable complex organism, she was made to be hurt.’
—Peggy Kirkaldy, “Portrait of a Lost Friend”1