marjorie

This is for a grandmother who's gone: what she taught is now my bone. Don't you have an elder who left, yet still nudges every decision?

It writes "missing" feather-light and warm. Taylor uses real recordings of her grandmother, letting the voice cross time. You'll sting — the deepest love is the dead still teaching you to live.

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