The Wistful Witness

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2026-08-19 08:09:09 -

You are sitting in the back of a taxi that smells of wet wool and stale coffee, watching the rain smear the city lights into long, weeping streaks of amber and red against the black glass, and you are trying to remember if you have ever truly loved your father, or if you have only ever loved the idea of him, the man you constructed in your mind because the reality was too painful to bear, a man...

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