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It wasn’t much of a headline. But then again, neither was Elise. Thirty-one. Recently unpromoted (her choice, they said, though it felt like falling). She had left the marketing firm with a severance package that would last ten weeks and a reputation for being “difficult about fonts.”

Next, the hero image. Not a selfie—God, no. A photograph she’d taken last winter: frosted reeds along the Charles River, bent but not broken. She desaturated it to 60%. Added a ghost of a gradient. When you hovered, the reeds sharpened into focus. That’s me , she thought. Blurry until you look closer. elise sutton home page

Then: a signature in the guestbook. M. Chen — “Your reeds made me cry. In a good way.” It wasn’t much of a headline