Here’s a small section I had to cut from the final draft of last week’s essay about Max Porter’s ever efflorescent Grief Is the Thing With Feathers. It almost made it into the final cut, but it overlapped with another essay I’d already published (see the link at the bottom of the page), and the flow of the essay worked better without it. I think it’s still worth reading, so here it is.
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