How I Finally Let Go Of My Dead Mom’s Things

How I Finally Let Go Of My Dead Mom’s Things
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I am 30 years old. My closets are overflowing with wool coats, shiny at the elbows from use, and belts whose leather curves approximate the shape of a woman’s waist. But the clothes don’t bear marks from my own body; they belonged to my mother, who died when I was 23.

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