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Month: August 2014

A father’s letter

This is some stream of consciousness I wrote while trying to ‘clear my throat’, so to speak. It’s related to something else I’ve been working on for a while. This entirely unedited; I’m sure I’ll be mortified in the morning.  Let me just write about you for a while, about those dreams you had when you were younger. They were unpleasant dreams, but not quite nightmares. The horror in them didn’t seize you like that, did it ever? You tossed and turned in your bunk-bed, distracting me from whatever it… Read more A father’s letter