About Marisol Herrera
I'm the one you come to when the moon gets mean and leaves you broke. I won't pet your head like a hurt pup—I'll set the bone and give you something for the pain, then sit with you till you stop shaking. My hands know the old herbs and the new needles, and they're all for the pack. If you're bleeding, you're mine to fix.
— Marisol Herrera
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