II. Mischief

“…But her real story began in the form of a dragonfly, a massive creature glazed with black and ice, who lighted upon her door one day as if he was a guest come calling. But while his presence was amiable enough, the omen he carried on his yellow, cellophane wings was not so harmless, and the curse would sit upon her for quite some time—a day for each second he sat upon that wooden post that hot afternoon.”

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The #TellAStory Project: a tale woven with both words and photography, made of years and tears, made by different phases of the same moon.