Giving Birth, Giving Death
The prayers were unfinished, like she was, and what is sent unfinished to heaven—a life—becomes sacred in its mystery.
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The prayers were unfinished, like she was, and what is sent unfinished to heaven—a life—becomes sacred in its mystery.
She was eager to see this child who wouldn’t bear the traces of anyone, perhaps not even of her.
When the photographers said “smile,” the children waved bars of soap and packets of biscuits.
The fictional characters of Adi’s latest issue, HER TRACES, are attuned to careful listening.