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Notebooks Filled, Ghosts Unburdened

We cleared out our gong gong’s room over winter break. My grandma had already stripped the bed: hollowed it out and reduced it to its bones. His clothes and leftover diapers had been donated to a neighborhood old folks’ home.

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