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Now we are orphans.

“I’m not enjoying this,” my father remarked when he emerged from a morphine stupor one afternoon. David Marr, Afterlife. A Christmas gift of a book is a very fine idea. A Christmas gift of a book with the title, “My … Continue reading

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