When you lose someone, her name is lost too - lost as in floating, with no one to land on, curl up against, declare. Her name is a slip, which you can't reel back in even if you want to.
A ghost in the room. An orphan.
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Ah, but that someone isn't lost. She is forever in your memory! You can call her up anytime!
You have reached the blog for Rahna Reiko Rizzuto, author of Hiroshima in the Morning and Why She Left Us, National Book Critics Circle Finalist, American Book Award Winner, Faculty at Goddard College, etc.
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Ah, but that someone isn't lost. She is forever in your memory! You can call her up anytime!
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