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Waiting for Lightning
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20 Waiting for Lightning Who I am begins here: just outside the open door, my aunt vanishing— her thick hair a black nimbus over features fading in the sunlight, legs gone in the tangle of dogs leaping around her feet, face translucent as vodka. I was four and craved what she was beyond enduring—the light inside of her breaking. ...