Note to the son 2:
They tell stories of sons and Fathers Of names passed on, with love and luggage; Tales of love, passion, compassion, courage, longing, sorrow, and rites of passage; Hammers, nails, paints, and screws,...
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He couldn’t look me in the eye. I couldn’t hold this gaze much longer either, the tears were slowly welling and I didn’t want him to see me cry: I didn’t want him to think me weak. [What is weakness...
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