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a bench near the water, I sat down and pulled out the letter with his handwriting—You see details I miss—smoothing it over my knee.
“I left, Dad,” I said quietly. The words came out awkward at first. “You’d probably say I should have done it sooner.”
A breeze moved across the pond. Ducks shifted, adjusting their course. Life continued. No dramatic sign,continue reading …
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