A letter from NoraMaine, United States
The last page of her cookbook.
My mother wrote in the margins of everything. Shopping lists, phone numbers, the backs of receipts. I used to find it untidy.
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My mother wrote in the margins of everything. Shopping lists, phone numbers, the backs of receipts. I used to find it untidy.
My brother left a green sweater at my apartment eight years ago. He asks for it every Christmas. I say I will post it. Neither of us follows through.
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