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Her Smoke Rose Up Forever
813/.54
American fiction, women authors
Science fiction, American
American Science fiction
American fiction
Women authors
Fiction, science fiction, general
Fiction, general
Is there any hope for us? For how many of us, me in my way, you in yours, are not our pens the weapons with which we can do something-a tiny something-about wrongs? Even if only to name them? And "name them" she did: from behind the facade of a Virginia post office box and under a pseudonym sw…
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