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John flapped a hand at me, pulled a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped his eyes. “She was too delicate. Your mother was much smaller than she appeared. She was a flower. Doctors didn’t understand a woman’s suffering then, during childbirth and after. No one could help her. She was broken.”
Arpad Nagy
Sally Prag
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Oh this breaks my heart.
I write creative nonfiction essays and poetry. Rethinking life through my words. Sometimes too seriously, sometimes not seriously enough.
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