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the letters

Clearing out biofather’s house. Inventory of everything imaginable. Mostly art, of course — but there’s all the detritus.  Up in the studio, where the paintbrushes lived. And the rolls of silk paper and chops and engraving materials. Chemicals. Chinese watercolors. Favorite everythings: scissors, cameras, even silk cord.  That was all upstairs.  But then I ventured […]