From the Meth Lab to the Red Carpet
On Memoir: It started with a tiny moment, one as light as air, that would later hold the weight of everything to come.
*This piece was originally featured in Issue 13 of Beacon Quarterly.
The lines of black cars with tinted windows. The bright lights and press cameras. The red carpet under my feet.
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