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November 30, 2010

Allow me a rare moment of animus. I hate that I can’t remember my father. These past few years of mental labor have resulted in some sort of neutrality with the subject. But the thread of fury still wends its tangled way through my tenuous peace. At times, it chokes. I would trade all of this for a memory of a single nudge to his stubbled neck.

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  1. jennieaton permalink

    Hugs. Extra special ones, just for you.


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