Last Friday, as I dumped the water out of my rain boots on the subway platform (before all trains were canceled) and walked back to my apartment with River (who I tasked with hourly checks of the backyard drain so our garden-level apartment wouldn’t flood), I received the edits of Stand In My Window. My big book. The project that has taken years to birt…
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