When I consider my father, who disappeared almost entirely from my life in my infancy, I think of what I don’t know. I don’t remember his hands, or his voice, how he formed arguments, whether he was a sore loser
When I consider my father, who disappeared almost entirely from my life in my infancy, I think of what I don’t know. I don’t remember his hands, or his voice, how he formed arguments, whether he was a sore loser
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