Memories of My Father
A visitation from the past.
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My father and I were worlds apart in more ways than one.
I was born in California in 1990. He was born in Mexico in 1924, arriving in the U.S. not long after the close of WWII. I get my old soul from him.
He had a long and wild life colored by myths that became gems of…
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