The Girl Who Was Clay
Rain in New Orleans does not wash things clean. It makes them darker. Makes the streets glisten like the inside of a wound. Makes the French Quarter look like a photograph that someone left in the sun too long and then forgot about. Marcus Delacroix was a man who had learned to live with things that were darker than they looked. He was thirty-one, worked as a freelance photographer for the...
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