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Within the confines of these carbon ribs: Now that I can have her only in my memory, I see my grandmother in the...
Now that I can have her only in my memory, I see my grandmother in the several postures that were peculiar to her: standing at the wood stove on a winter morning and turning meat in a great iron skillet; sitting at the south window, bent above her beadwork, and afterwards, when her vision failed,…