Mourning the Imagined

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I can see my father in vibrant colors. He’s got snow white hair, earthy brown skin, and a speck of light reflecting off one of the lenses of his eyeglasses. Behind it is a tiny sparkle in his eye. Except that it’s an artificial sparkle. Years ago, in his 40s, his eyesight deteriorated and… Read More