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    Dark Parties – Sara Grant

    “I’m standing in the dark, not the gentle grey of dusk or the soft black of a moonlit night but pitch black. My heart batters my ribs like a bird beating its wings against a glass cage. I wave my hand in front of my hand in front of my face. I can’t see it. I never knew it could be so dark. My edges are merging with the inky blackness around me. My dad would finally be proud of me. I’ve blended in.” In a world were most people are the same or very similar and the sky is a giant electrocuting sphere Neva feels restrained. She has been…