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Wednesday, March 9, 2016
Cry, Heart, But Never Break
by Glenn Ringtved, with illustrations by Charlotte Pardi, translation by Robert Moulthrop, is a tender story about Death visiting a family with children as their grandmother is nearing the end of life upstairs. "Some people say Death’s heart is as dead and black as a piece of coal, but that is not true. Beneath his inky cloak, Death’s heart is as red as the most beautiful sunset and beats with a great love of life." Death tells the children that sorrow and joy are forever linked. And when their grandmother's soul has flown away, he says, "Cry, Heart, but never break. Let your tears of grief and sadness help begin new life.”"


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