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did. I remember the night, after he died, I sat next to him—and suddenly I saw this little puff of smoke—I saw it again at the crematorium—it was his soul. No one saw it except me. And I felt like we’d seen each other one more time.
Voices from Chernobyl: The Oral History of a Nuclear Disaster
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