This is a love letter to the story. It is a time capsule for future generations of writers and readers. To those who cannot know us and who will only know what we leave behind: The things we wrote and the things we read.
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You’re all such lovely bones.
Melanie Yarbrough writes, but mostly she reads. She loves all the different ways you can say something, and all the different ways you can (mis)understand something. Her family, Emerson College, angry bar patrons and several indifferent men have all contributed to her writing. When she’s not writing about fiction, she’s writing fiction.