Helen Louise Grant

Desert Drawing Amber Breaths

One of my clearest teenage memories of newly living in Egypt was a morning of surprising cold. Cold with fear, I slowly woke up in my mother’s bed to my first African day, and within moments of gaining consciousness I felt warmth and fuzz on the bottoms of my feet. I absolutely froze with the possible danger…

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