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Day 345: Stories

My favourite stories of my dad, are the ones where he pouts and acts sad. They are the ones, where he throw a tantrum, totally forgetting he is a man of wisdom. The ones where he behaves and is a great leader, Let the world tell those stories of glamour. They can have the orator… Continue reading Day 345: Stories

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Day 249: Missing Appa (Dad)

I will always search for you in the fine silken threads of white Vaetti and shirt, in grey hairs and dark skin and eyes laughing behind glasses. This is unchanging and true. You are there in glasses that magnify the love and respect within, The belief that humanity is inherently good. I seek you in… Continue reading Day 249: Missing Appa (Dad)