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Jun 21, 2026, 12:00 pm53 ptsfor my father My father’s hands flapped in a spiral of smoke—a weak light. What did I dream then, a child drenched in image? Sleek light, falling honeyed rivers, purpled fruit. What did I need to imagine my body, calm in migration? I wanted to seek light. Dawn sank into my hands like rain. I…
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