Report, if you have a problem with this page“ I look for my sister but it's hopeless. The goggles are all fogged up. Every fish burns lantern-bright, and I can't tell the living from the dead. It's all just blurry light, light smeared like some celestial fingerprint all over the rocks and the reef and the sunken garbage. Olivia could be everywhere. ”
Karen Russell
From : St. Lucy's Home for Girls Raised by Wolves
