Lizeth Rodriguez
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This is where the world curls in on itself, where the fiddlehead of early dawn unfurls into morning. This is where I begin and end. This is my precipice, my edge of reason.  "Welcome home, dear girl."

This is where the world curls in on itself, where the fiddlehead of early dawn unfurls into morning. This is where I begin and end. This is my precipice, my edge of reason. "Welcome home, dear girl."