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Abstract
She died in my arms. There was no time to give her anything on the bare mountainside. It was too late. I was empty-handed. Yet while I cradled her heavy body she was both my daughter and one of the lost children groping between two worlds. The daughter of man.
Recommended Citation
Cochrane, Renata, Philomena, Kunapipi, 29(1), 2007.
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