Ellie Carlock

“You know, I’ve never really told anyone about this,” my grandmother, Karen Memmellarr, mumbled, one leg over the other, hands folded, and eyes soft as if she were in a trance. It took her a second to actually answer the question I had asked. Who knows, maybe she was lost ...

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