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Penumbra

After we see the slow slackening

of the eyes, the hardening upper back,

the quiet renaming

of the person we knew,

After we lose our parents, 164 more words

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Nora Webster: Unflinching (Lessons in appreciating unlikeable characters)

There are no cats in Colm Tóibín’s Nora Webster. But there is an awful lot of grumpiness. My cat, Titus, makes this sound (I call it playing her like an accordion) when properly prompted, that sounds much like the titular protagonist, like this: *harumph, grump, grump, grump *harumph, grump grump grump… 554 more words

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