Inna Hardison

The ugly city where I did most of my growing up was a canvas of black and white and grey. Coal dust seeped into the wrinkles of people and stayed there. It stuck to every surface and object. It colored the purest of snows, turning a spectacular landscape into something sickly; diseased. It was a place everybody wanted to escape from but few ever did. But the wanting to made dreamers out of all of us…

I dreamed of vivid greens and people with unlined faces smiling at small, normal things: grasshoppers and the first ripe fruit of the season, enough food in their pantries, not dying too young to have seen their kids grow up.

I dreamed of a world scraped clean of the ugly, the back-breaking, the cruel.

So I started creating my own worlds. Word by word...

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