Down the Rabbit Hole
Me and my father, Summer 1983, Dallas, Texas.
I’ve experienced a strange array of emotions since my father’s death on Monday, June 6th. To be more accurate, I haven’t felt too much emotion at all. 1,066 more words
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of night, when the heart no longer stews desire
for the mind to take a warm bath, when it’s… 218 more words
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