“When I was young, I hid under the porch with a star in my throat. When I got a little older, my mother opened the cupboard to let the fire out. ... I believe the stories got wet and began… — Catie Rosemurgy Copy Share Image
“When I was young, I hid under the porch with a star in my throat. When I got a little older, my mother opened… — Catie Rosemurgy Copy Share Image
“What saves and ruins? (The museum) What blooms amongst the rocks? (A ship) What opens wide and explains why? (A burning window) What is… — Catie Rosemurgy Copy Share Image
