Each essay was adapted from a disparate source, not written together: concepts overlap, are restated; references are reused, the poignancy decohering as singular impact turns staccato. The only concern is one of desire—keep pushing, and the path may look the same. Rest a while, and find an unending desire to crest the next rise. Put aside Girlhood for a day or a week and it allow more breath for each essay to wash and soak and move at its own pace, but good luck to you. The writing is there. It will find its way to your hand. You’ll be drawn back, till deed is done.

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