Abstract
At my Aunty Mari's funeral, all the women wore a piece of her jewellery: everywhere in the room, rings, necklaces, and bracelets sparkled ferociously. When my Gran died, we put on our brightest lipstick and stepped into the turquoise of a sunny September day.1
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