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It rained every day that August, like clockwork, at the same time,” Ophelia says in her sweet voice, just a whisper over the pattering water hitting the walls of the rickety house. The window was open a crack and the sound echoed against the dark vinyl floor. It had not rained often after the devastating hurricanes in October. Her outspoken thoughts made light through the grooves of the glass plates on the small wooden table. She had decorated the table with lavish arrangemen

My first memory is of trying to leave. I remember slipping quietly out the front door in nothing but a diaper and wandering through the cul-de-sac where we lived, trying to make it to the neighbors’ houses. I was so small I barely understood the world around me, but something inside me already felt emotionally restless. Unsafe somehow. Like I was searching for warmth I couldn’t name yet. Looking back now, I think I entered this life deeply sensitive. Nature became my first re