Gillie Brown
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  • "My momma's got AIDS" the little girl whispered. It was one of those whispers that is so quiet that it knocks your breath away, like a sonic boom. Her skin was like copper, hardened, darkened, but smoother than silk. She had a pock-mark on the corner of her forehead, near where her coarse, black hair began to embrace her head. I couldn't help but think that she looked beautiful.

    5 December, 2010