Portraits of my father
Thursday, February 5, 2015
A Snippet
There are so many little things. When I catch myself about to throw away a box without first breaking it down in the most efficient manner, you are there
softly
scolding, reminding me to do it correctly. Your voice is so often in my head.
A
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