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  • Published 20150724
  • ISBN: 978-1-922182-90-6
  • Extent: 264 pp
  • Paperback (234 x 153mm), eBook

ON THE TWENTY-EIGHTH day of Po Lin’s vigil, her mother opened her eyes and said, ‘Don’t pour that cheap stuff on your father’s grave. Bring him his favourite every time. At least promise your mother that.’

‘Maa?’ Po Lin rose from the chair and the blood rushed to her half-awake limbs. She steadied herself on the edge of the bed.

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Jenn Chan Lyman

Jenn Chan Lyman is a fiction and non-fiction writer based in Shanghai. She has a BA in comparative literature from Stanford University and an MFA...

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