When I had my first conversation with Darci Flatley during what became our weekly after class adventures to some dive bars on Haight Street with our MFA classmates, I had an intense moment of recognition: I saw so many pieces of my own experience within hers.
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Vanilla: an essay by writer Darci Flatley
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When I had my first conversation with Darci Flatley during what became our weekly after class adventures to some dive bars on Haight Street with our MFA classmates, I had an intense moment of recognition: I saw so many pieces of my own experience within hers.