The Language of His Hands

The Language of His Hands My father was not a man of many words. He never gathered us beneath the moon to speak of love. He never wrote letters or […] More

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The Candlestick That Broke My Pride

The Candlestick That Broke My Pride I studied charts through many nights, And traced their curves by screen-lit lights; Each gain I claimed with swelling cheer, Till confidence outgrew my […] More

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