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• this is how it goes. a father, a son, trying to bridge the years, actual and implied, and only succeeding from love, and both never saying it out loud enough for the other to hear. this is how it went, a knowing that found no speech, until it was too late.

  this is how it is. he was, therefore i am.

  maybe, just maybe, wherever he is, he knows.

  this one's for LARRY.