From the time she was little, Corey's smile filled the room and lit any dark place. This photograph is one of many in which the light on her face is powerful and strong. Looking at it now--she was only 18 at the time--I allow the tears to fall, because it is impossible not to miss her, and yet I recognize that wherever Corey is, she must still be a creature of light.
It was December 27, 2001. Everyone, including my mother, was at our home in Winston-Salem for Christmas that year. Corey had graduated from high school and decided to experiment with dying her hair dark. She is wearing a t-shirt of her brother's and a rabbit coat her boyfriend gave her. She was radiant, no matter what she wore.
It was December 27, 2001. Everyone, including my mother, was at our home in Winston-Salem for Christmas that year. Corey had graduated from high school and decided to experiment with dying her hair dark. She is wearing a t-shirt of her brother's and a rabbit coat her boyfriend gave her. She was radiant, no matter what she wore.
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