My mother was eaten by birds.

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We remember our lives slowly. Memories don’t come all at once. Revelation, my father said, is like a funeral procession. The order within the procession tells a story of its own. There’s no point to rushing. You need quiet and patience.

Silas Dent ZobalThe Inconvenience of the Wings