A Man I (Did Not) Know.
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Last published Sat, Nov 23, 2019
After my mother's death in 2011, I gradually lost my father. I saw his soul churning from my finger-gaps as I tried to hold his hand. Recalling his hard survival through an un-ending phase called life, a memory of mine dedicated to him.
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