Dealing With Fictional Loss or The Jarring Finality of Death

She's about a year old, giggling and happy and surrounded by toys. Her father lies beside her on the rug .He's been carrying a camera around for a while now, she's expected to start walking soon. Suddenly, it happens. She gets up on her feet and stumbles forward a few steps. Her father is ecstatic, …

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