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fauxholiday
happy dad's day, father. i hope whatever trite hallmark too hopeful last minute hand made with artwork card we award you with will not seem too trivial an offering. because i always seem to know (or at least have the audacity to think i know) that you want to be a better father to us, but aren't quite sure how. you want to be there for us and talk to us and spend time with us. but time has made the distance grow and it continues. until this crevice is a gap is a valley is a canyon. and only the most desperate will attempt a crossing. step closer father. lean your ear over the edge. maybe you'll hear lost echoes of your children calling for you before they forget how.today is sunday and we journey to willows. oo sweet blue streaks shining through the air. dropping sparkling spaghetti strands dripping with regret.
Sunday, Jun. 20, 2004
11:38 a.m.
ebb ~ flow
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