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After her dreadful death, clearing my mother’s drawers was a penance, every discarded garment a reproach, ‘But darling, don’t you want that to remind you of me?’ White ankle socks ready to tip into the open black plastic bag, feel something solid. My mother’s hidden pearls. Wonder.
After her dreadful death, clearing my mother’s drawers was a penance, every discarded garment a reproach, ‘But darling, don’t you want that to remind you of me?’ White ankle socks ready to tip into the open black plastic bag, feel something solid. My mother’s hidden pearls. Wonder.
September 5, 2025 at 9:03 AM
#writecbc
After her dreadful death, clearing my mother’s drawers was a penance, every discarded garment a reproach, ‘But darling, don’t you want that to remind you of me?’ White ankle socks ready to tip into the open black plastic bag, feel something solid. My mother’s hidden pearls. Wonder.
After her dreadful death, clearing my mother’s drawers was a penance, every discarded garment a reproach, ‘But darling, don’t you want that to remind you of me?’ White ankle socks ready to tip into the open black plastic bag, feel something solid. My mother’s hidden pearls. Wonder.