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The memory I describe is not real, but it is sincere. I don't even remember my father's voice, much less what his words sounded like. This immense forgetfulness holds many memories. Memories that are fractured, altered, and distorted. How many times have I dreamed of you, how many times have I tried to create the father who existed but whom I never knew...
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A man refuses all assistance from his daughter as he ages and, as he tries to make sense of his changing circumstances, he begins to doubt his loved ones, his own mind and even the fabric of his reality.