"I swear from the bottom of my heart I want to be healed. I want to be like other men, not this outcast whom nobody wants.
Then she lay on her back and gazed at the cloudless sky. Mr. Beebe, whose opinion of her rose daily, whispered to his niece that that was the proper way to behave if any little thing went wrong.
Photo by Ákos Szabó
Photo by Ian Turnell
Then she lay on her back and gazed at the cloudless sky. Mr. Beebe, whose opinion of her rose daily,...
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