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an exploration of an 8-year old girl's journey through the 1970s; a retrospective glimpse into girlhood in america, from the perspective of a young diarist.
an exploration of an 8-year old girl's journey through the 1970s; a retrospective glimpse into girlhood in america, from the perspective of a young diarist.
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my grandmother had viewmasters at her house too.
i'd lie on the wonderfully musty smelly bed on the back
porch and drift away into some mysterious technicolor 3D land.
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