Girl in Pieces: A Novel - Kathleen Glasgow
Like an orphan, I came here with no clothes. Like an orphan, I was wrapped in a bedsheet and left on the lawn of Regions Hospital in the freezing sleet and snow... My mother didn't come to claim me. But: I remember the stars that night. They were like salt against the sky, like someone spilling the shaker against very dark cloth. That matter to me, their accidental beauty. The last thing I thought I might see before I died on that cold, wet grass.
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