Search keyword(s): '
Marshall Woody'
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Literary Scene |
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July 2009 |
"I will be buried with my husband," she said, throwing me completely off. "I can't stand the thought of our daugher being buried with us." |
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Literary Scene |
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March 2008 |
"Her kind features . . . bore death absurdly in the [flashlight's] beam. One hand protruded from the piling snow, with the wrist turned toward the head as though she were about to flip a stray hair from her eye." |
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