- Vol. 05
- Chapter 02
This, as you can see is a photograph of me. I won’t be fished out from the water with my eyes turned into mythic pearls although, what I miss most are my cascading curls. The moons in my eyes actually are the things most alive, now; the silver crescents quicker than the burnished gold of my face that my former rival exclaims has a Cleopatran grace!
Yes, once not very long ago I aspired to be a beauty queen before the unending chemo turned me to a mannequin. Today I am a professional storyteller mining an inner store not always employing the confessional ‘cause I know more than before:
Surviving too is an Art.