Some stories don’t fit neatly inside their books. They wait at the edges, humming in the dark, still alive and reaching. From the Margins is a place for them—the cut scenes, the lost voices, the fragments that refused to let go.

Nothing here is gone.
Only waiting.
From Ezra—Jojo’s last night
From Jojo—goodbye is just a door left open.
Spring Roses in Winter—a love that bloomed out of season.
EMILY GIRARD | FICTION WRITER
All photos © Emily Bump Girard, taken in the Shenandoah Valley








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