Haunted Exiles Back Up on the End
There is a hurting beauty in these urban portraits of pain, dislocation, decay, and renewal. These intricate scenes and intimate voices are captivating, unsettling, and often exultant. – Sandra Jackson-Opoku, author of The River Where Blood is Born and Hot Johnny and the Women Who Loved Him.
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