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Writing Through the Dark
"Bone. Silver. Bone." Three Shapes of Memory is a story that came at a time when the season was built around brightness and merriment, even when my chest felt heavy. The holidays this year seemed designed to spotlight what's missing from life. The empty chair, the traditions that feel like costumes, even the way the calendar expects me to smile and "be okay". This year, after unexpectedly losing a family member too soon, December did not arrive; it pressed on every bruise an
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