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5 Seasons at My Father’s Grave

December 16, 2009

Fall: No talking. Poured scotch on the headstone. He drank brandy. Winter: Told him about Theresa. Stayed for an hour or two. Spring: Picked up some trash–a plastic bag and a chicken bone. Put them both in my pocket. Summer: Read some Yeats out loud. A train horn spoiled the moment. Fall: No talking. Poured [...]

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