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‘She dressed the bloodied little body in the gown she’d just made, and held the whimpering scrap in her hands. For god’s sake don’t die, she muttered in a thin voice, over and over like a mantra.’

This is a beautiful book so far. I for sure consider it poetry vs prose, so don’t expect plot or character development. I really appreciated the honesty regarding grief.