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Jacqui Morton on WHAT GROWS FROM GRIEF - Mutha Magazine
I see her rarely in a dream, though her face eludes me even there. I see her in the kitchen. Where the light hits, an altar of rocks, shells, and feathers grows. I feel her tonight, in the rain—it’s a cold rain, like the morning we left early to drive to the hospital, to say [&hellip