"June, who peeled peaches never lifting her knife and called the trees by name. Who told me I was pretty when she could hardly speak."
"Now it's morning and I can see where I end and you begin like a shoreline or a grave. Remember the currants, fragile as glass."
"Over whom the nurse wept and said, I'm sorry, I loved her. I tried to make you know her. We tried to share a life."
"How lucky we were to taste them, even once. Even in hunger, how full."
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