Miriam Hall

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Not a blink. Not a sound. I feared it was as if I had said to her: You’re not mine. I’m not yours. We don’t belong to each other. It felt violent. The world around us fell away. She leaned slightly forward, reached out, and grabbed my hand.
Inheritance: A Memoir of Genealogy, Paternity, and Love
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