Gangrey
Vol. I · No. 1Prolonging the Slow Death of NewspapersEst. 2026

Closer

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Lee Hill Kavanaugh: Her hands stroke two fuzzy blankets that only hours earlier swaddled her babies.



"They still smell like them," she says, and then she smiles — a little.



Smiles remembering them.



Two babies named Joy and Joya, sharing one heart, one liver and one diagnosis: No hope.



But the babies had other plans.

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