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I've always admired grandma's needlework skills, so evident in her quilt.
The fluffy filler of flesh...the precise pleats of skin origami from carefully cut squares of grandpa's body.
Lazy daisies grew on his garden bed of meat.
Rainbow thread sprouted from his pores as the needle burrows then resurfaces like silver worm.
She died peacefully beneath the warmth of that quilt.
I slipped in beside her, sharing grandpa's embrace, wishing for a love like theirs.
Suddenly, I understood the profound inward emptiness that grandma must have felt and realized that I needed to make a quilt of my own.
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