The Woman Who Looked Like Maya Angelou
© 2009 Christine Graf Somewhere between sleep and the cloudy space where dreams take root and go deeper, I roused from the anvil weight of drugs. I heard whispering, as bed sheets fluttered and snapped into military folds. Still thinking I was in a dream state, I saw what appeared to be a Nubian queen, wearing a bright orange...
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