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    A Flower for the Stranger in My Bed
    A Flower for the Stranger in My Bed
    A Flower for the Stranger in My Bed
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    A Flower for the Stranger in My Bed

    By Callan Fuqua

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    A miscellaneous collection of poems written by Callan Fuqua about grief, rebirth and the struggle of mental illness.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherCallan Fuqua
    Release dateNov 28, 2021
    ISBN9781005123925
    A Flower for the Stranger in My Bed
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    Callan Fuqua

    A strange human bean who writes and likes to inspire others.Callan Greene is a 29-year-old poet, essayist, short story writer, mental health advocate, former fetish performer/sex worker and previous events coordinator from River Falls, Wisconsin. The only child to Marie Zawel and Jeffrey Hueber. Greene’s main goal is to help encourage others to be more vocal about their aspirations as well as their own personal needs.She has been an active participant in the Arizona performing arts and literary community for almost a decade. Her motto is that people should learn to “thrive together.” This means learning that you are not perfect, but if the heat of your passion is there — jump for your dreams.Currently, she lives in Phoenix, Arizona. Her hobbies include studying the occult, horror films & film theory, art history and silly videos on the internet. (You guessed it — mainly animal videos)

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