The stories are handwritten and typewritten by prisoners. I see the words and I can see the prisoners in their cells, trying to shape their letters so I can read them, so someone can read them. They don’t know it’s me. One day they use a pencil, another day a pen, the pencil’s sharper at the end, after they scratched out that word and spelled it again.…
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