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Dream Father I seem to have a dream about my father roughly once a year. Most of the time he acts pretty much like when he was alive, Stands off to one side and maintains a running commentary, Sucking in smoke as he laughs, then exhaling it as he speaks. It is hard for me….

It is hard for me….

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