Bless Lula and AnOther magazine for showing up and being magical as always.
You know what I found in Aunt Charlotte’s closet? Seven unfinished manuscripts. All written by her, all starting with the same sentence,
‘She left the party then, crossing the wet grass and entering the forest by the darkened path that she knew so [...]

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The curtains in our Aunt Charlotte’s study came from a Victorian funeral parlour, I kid you not, they smell of dust and incense and lilies. Her apartment has taken on a permanent chill now that winter is setting in, and we keep the dusty curtains drawn most of the time just to try and keep [...]

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Another late night (though I see so many apartments with their lights on and so many cars still moving about in the street), we are working our way through Aunt Charlotte’s liquor cabinet concocting concoctions, smoking her stale clove cigarettes (don’t try this at home) and listening to her scratchy, mostly bought in the 1950s [...]

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Please meet our friend Taeden Hall, actually I’m sure you know her already. She is the very cool and very lovely proprietor of Gloomth, which I’m sure you know well. We’ve known Taeden for years and have always admired her (and her husband Derek’s) style and super-coolness. We’ve been writing to each other a lot [...]

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