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My brother came up to collect our mother’s ashes. At the same time, he dropped off her old vacuum cleaner. I don’t know why exactly. I hadn’t asked for it and didn’t need it; I guess it would have been a waste to just get rid of it. The thing is,  it hadn’t been emptied,  and for some reason that  broke me  all over again. That grimy little time capsule. That cyclone technology urn. Contents: Dust of a home you can never go back to; Fur of a cat now settled with a new owner; Dead cells of a dead woman. Remains.
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Jul 12, 2020
Jul 12, 2020 at 3:34 PM UTC
Ashes For Dust
My brother came up to collect our mother’s ashes. At the same time, he dropped off her old vacuum cleaner. I don’t know why exactly. I hadn’t asked for it and didn’t need it; I guess it would have been a waste to just get rid of it. The thing is,  it hadn’t been emptied,  and for some reason that  broke me  all over again. That grimy little time capsule. That cyclone technology urn. Contents: Dust of a home you can never go back to; Fur of a cat now settled with a new owner; Dead cells of a dead woman. Remains.
nico-reznick
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Jul 12, 2020
Jul 12, 2020 at 3:34 PM UTC
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