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The bullet had struck the water about two yards in front of him and would have hit him in the upper back had he not bent to retrieve the reins just before the carbine’s report. Then, he heard multiple crackling gunshots. This time, he realized the shots were too far away
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His words, a catalyst of creativity...
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Life continued changing into the very things that he wanted to write about, his health. The science of Alzheimer’s, the philosophy of death. He wanted to keep telling stories. That was my dad... This is Clareifi...
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a reflection of the life he leads, and a painful memory of what I am trying to escape