A Book for Ian with box
A Book for Ian opened out
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Verse by Dorothy A. Yule
When my nephew died unexpectedly at the age of 34, I could only think of the last time I had seen him when he had asked, “What do I have to do to get you to make a book for me?” The original rose petal necklace was my poem to him and was wrapped around the urn as part of the ritual of scattering his ashed. This small edition was my belated gift to him.