“Neither the void or the cliff above it look the same to me as they do to normal people. The void, for me, has stuff in it, so it’s not a void anymore; and the cliff is engulfed by a black and measureless haze,” (Khoda 17). Twenty-three year old Lydia is living alone and away from …
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Sarah O'Connor 