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My un-becoming was like the wringing out of a wet towel.
My un-becoming was like the wringing out of a wet towel.
When a reader dives into another world, they should be able to close their eyes and feel as though they are truly standing in the middle of it. Whether it’s the ballroom of an 18thcentury Russian aristocrat, a depressed Oxford University professor’s study, or a millennial’s shabby-chic Brooklyn apartment, the description should be dripping with tactile detail.
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