cried, feel growing there, before, a presence us: tiny perfect form Sh — Robert J. Wiersema

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As she cried, I could feel growing there, as had once before, a presence between us: the tiny perfect form of Sherry nestled between her parents' bodies. Our bodies were shaped by her absence, by the almost unbearable weight of her loss.

Robert J. Wiersema

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