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Beth, Terror From The Stars

When my mother was dying of gallbladder cancer, spread through the peritoneum, spread through the liver, when she was in the bed of a hospice with all the perspective she would ever need, we talked. "I want to be in a monster suit," she said. "Like Guilala, like whatsitsname, felling cardboard skyscrapers, stomping on small-scale bridges, roaring at wired planes, being ferocious and being free."

Story by:

Logan Lazalde

13 November 2016