Hannah Ross visits

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  • Published 20061103
  • ISBN: 9780733316722
  • Extent: 252 pp
  • Paperback (234 x 153mm)

SOME THINGS CAN be absorbed from a manageable distance, yet if I run from them memory runs with me.

A stern paternal grandmother, and of stern stuff; the only survivor of a quartet of grandparents who had contributed genes but no living monument in known shapes or characteristics to be observed by a child.

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