Just found out Liza's gone. I'll remember her for working in South Africa editing an anti-apartheid newsletter, surviving getting raped by Jack Kerouak, memorializing the anniversary of her mother's death by eating a teaspoon of her ashes, forgiving the man who made her homeless and teaching me...
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