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| Step The ceremonial funeral structure for a monk made up of thambili palms white cloth is only a vessel, disintegrates completely as his life. The ending disappears, replacing itself with something abstract as air, a view All we'll remember in the last hours is an afternoon - a lazy brunch then sleeping together. Then the disarray of grief Michael Ondaatje |
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