A Father’s Fate

Dialogue II. - | A Father's Fate | “If you were to slip away, I would be left with a void held together by our brief but significant encounters, insulated by the distance of circumstance and passivity."

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The Monologue of My Anxiety

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Dialogue I. - | The Monologue of My Anxiety | "I was a bridge, which he had learned to walk upon. A bridge soured in distrust and self-doubt, and initially unstable at each encounter."