I. It’s barely my voice anymore: someone coughs and I run. I admired my mother’s anger. She’s merely an echo, so I…
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Tovli Simiryan
BrowsingTovli Simiryan lives near Lake Erie with her husband Yosif, who does all the talking. Tovli spends her time filling up little pieces of paper with words until they morph into stories and poems, eventually discovering lives of their own.