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nox by anne carson au where dave dies and rose puts together a collection of little scraps of him as elegy, interviews from his widower, old photographs with their mother, his own polaroids of his past lovers, poetry & paintings that remind her of him, analyzing the sentences in their last few conversations like she’d been asked to translate them, because in the end when all’s said and been done it’s only a sister who picks up all the pieces