Nonfiction | June 01, 1985
Terra Infirma
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Her face was swollen and on one side flushed with injected dye. Stubble surrounded a plastic bubble on the top of her head. Her hair had gown back curly after the radiation treatments, a mild gray like ash. She held her back stiffly, and when she stood, she felt pain in the back of her neck that seemed to emanate from the purple surgical scar.
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