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“But it’s not consolation she wants. On the contrary, she is looking for precise words, forgotten facts - or maybe new ones - that will inflame her pain and grief over he big sister, whose death had claimed a portion of her own youth. Yes, she has a clear desire to breathe life into her loss and crack open the crust of forgetfulness that has begun to envelop her.”

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