Three Mangoes for Hemingway

Searching for Margarito Temprana

“Writing is a kind of beautiful madness. It is slitting yourself open, bleeding your soul onto the page in that paradoxical mask of vulnerability perhaps only a writer can achieve. And writing fear requires the greatest vulnerability of all: a willingness to face your demons, and set them free.” (Ande Pliego, You Are Fatally Invited)

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