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		<title>Gracie, Becoming a Whisper in Plain Sight</title>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>“Have you eaten? “Do you have money?” “How are you getting home?” “Do you say your prayers?” These simple questions once evoked such agitated eye rolls from me. The soft pitch of notes gliding into the air, like the chorus, of a song on repeat. Words dangling in the tranquil space, between my grandmother and me, will be no more. &#160; Grace, or Gracie, as she began calling herself, embodied the essence of her name filled with quiet strength and endurance. Her silence, masking the savage volcano that could erupt when provoked. But somehow, Gracie always survived whatever life threw</p>
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