We were up around five thousand metres when I started to vomit. Not the kind I was good at. The violent kind. The kind that left me hanging over the bowl, all strings of bitter yellow.

That’s how you found me. On my hands and knees with my hair across my face.

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Jane O'Sullivan

Winter 2022

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