Sunday, March 5, 2017

Black mermaids are green
Windchimes are whispering Troy
Rich auburn wild coils

By Tiffany Haty

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Introduction

Hello, my name is Tiffany Haty. I am a proud cat mom, struggling student, and published author. Last spring my creative non-fiction piece ti...

  • Introduction
    Hello, my name is Tiffany Haty. I am a proud cat mom, struggling student, and published author. Last spring my creative non-fiction piece ti...
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