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380 pages, Paperback
Published October 6, 2019
...Are you okay?'
'I will be. The first layer of gauze has been wrapped around the pain.'
'Gauze?'
'Grandpa said that grief was like a wound. Time was like a dressing. A piece of gauze. At first the blood, the pain, flows through. Then, as the dressing gets thicker and stronger the flow stems, until it can no longer be seen. Sometimes a scab breaks. The blood seeps through again with a memory, but the dressing holds. With time.'
