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Grief as Celebration & Grief as Beauty: Reading Michalle Gould’s Resurrection...
We all have such differing definitions and expectations of grief. When asked to define grief, love, beauty, we often begin to play a game of word association, or we resort to metaphors and...
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WHEN I WAS NAKED I was the sturdy bowl of plums half-buried in snow outside the artist’s studio. He paints the shades of purple reflected in condensed water on my skin. I was the snowy hill topped...
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