Closer

[drjeff]

I have a scant few memories of my dad - an early one, five o’clock shadow scratchy against my face when he hoisted me one evening, booze on his breath. A later one, me at 13, him telling his twin daughters that I had mountains right in my town as I showed them a picture I had taken at my junior high school. Tarry sands at Holland, Michigan. A

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[fitfool]

Conscious dreaming always sounded like a cool thing to be able to do. If I could call up a dream a la carte, I think I'd be flying all the time. Do you ever feel tempted to try to talk to your dad again now that you're an adult?