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SANDWICHES When my father died we ate sandwiches. On the day of the funeral a plate of sandwiches before we went to the church, the cemetery. What shall we have for dinner? Sandwiches. I don't remember the fillings. Ham or cheese? Something mundane. Only the comforting bread like mattresses pressed on grief the small soft bites we ...