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128 the widows’ handbook Literal Diana O’Hehir She said, I felt as if half of me had been amputated I know that’s how you feel not literally, of course. She said, certain experiences will bring him back gusts of music or warm spring air. They’ll bring him back of course, not literally. But why not literally? that’s what I really want. To open my front door that gasps when it’s pushed and: Enter You grinning a success I knew I could do it I knew WE could do it. You smell of whatever Jesus smelled of myrrh or frankincense or some such. And arms held wide and big, big grin memories, ghosts, dreams 129 (that’s you, not Jesus) and big, big hug The literal you so real it hurts. ...

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