Read the full essay in the San Francisco Chronicle Magazine.
Everything is different now. It’s like looking at one of those optical illusion pictures. At first, it looks like a young woman, but squinting at the negative black space, you discover a witch lurking in the very same drawing. And once you see the witch, you can never unsee her.
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