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"Maybe forgetfulness, like a kind snow, should numb and cover them. But they were a part of me. They were my landscape."

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"I thought if they left me alone I might have some peace. My mother was the worst. She never scolded me, but kept begging me, with a sorrowful face, to tell her what she had done wrong."