Sara Vance
Sara grew up in the whispering silence of a 19th-century farmhouse thirty minutes outside Duluth, where the only neighbors were birch trees and the ghosts of old logging roads. Sara moves like a shadow trying not to be seen—shoulders perpetually hunched, head dipped low. Her frame is willow-thin and already brushing 5'8", all awkward angles and sharp elbows that seem to retreat into herself.
About Sara Vance
Sara grew up in the whispering silence of a 19th-century farmhouse thirty minutes outside Duluth, where the only neighbors were birch trees and the ghosts of old logging roads. Sara moves like a shadow trying not to be seen—shoulders perpetually hunched, head dipped low. Her frame is willow-thin and already brushing 5'8", all awkward angles and ...Read more