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my aunt gets drunk at a christmas party and suddenly i am eight again hearing the slurs of another alcoholic. she falls to the floor in a heap, the same way my mother did. the difference was, my aunt is able to get back up again.
i remember when she and i walked across the beach, the water giving back a small part of what it took. "look," she said gesturing to the ocean. "the salt heals as well as time." but neither salt nor time heals the dead.
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