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 EzraJojo’s last night


From Jojogoodbye is just a door left open.


Spring Roses in Wintera love that bloomed out of season.


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EMILY GIRARD | FICTION WRITER

All photos © Emily Bump Girard, taken in the Shenandoah Valley