Growing up and at the age of twenty selling a story to a New York magazine called All-Storey for sixty dollars changed the entire vale of my life. From then on for the next two years, I was like a studio starlet on honorarium for some future explosion, some dazzling conversion into real fact, I was oxygen, hydrogen, carbon and nitrogen waiting to combine into “vital properties.” Or as Emily Dickinson would have it, "Not what the stars have done / But what they still may do / Is what upholds the sky!"
--From Ardyth's memoir Bodies Adjacent
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