Article Title

Philomena

Authors

Renata Cochrane

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.

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