pae (marginhermit)

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When I return to the room, my father is lying on his back, his eyes open. He looks at me and smiles. I kneel by his bed and take his hand. Moonlight casts our union in a faint blue. He gives me a squeeze, and quickly lets my hand go, turning towards the wall once more.
Small Worlds
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