I Bleed Words Sometimes

Letters from the son…

Subject Under Focus ~ Smokey Semantics.
This Moved me to tears. What more can I say?

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Dear Father,                                                                                        August 1974

It has been more months than I can remember, since I wrote to you last. While I have no words to justify my regret over my inability to inform you, as to whether I am alive or not, I feel a certain sense of relief, that I have brought myself to be able to say the things I will in this letter, here forth.

Much has changed, worth talking about, in the last few weeks but it isn’t worth sharing. It has no ounce of joy in it, or happiness, or capacity of reflection for anyone, I feel. Still, I have decided to…

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