When the Evening Drift Brings Him to Me (for Dad)
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When the Evening Drift Brings Him to Me (for Dad)

2021-11-27
"I see him standing with the skies, grafted into the clouds, the breeze resting in his hair, a black & white etching to life.   I gently come behind him, put an arm around his shoulders, as his drift leans into me, he looks at me soft, soft."   I have often stood at the window with my dad, as evenings have drifted in. We've not always spoken much, but after all our years, we are just grateful to have the time we have together.   Whilst growing up, he was the person to who...
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