Weak Blood

The blood that courses through my veins has been diluted. I can sense its former potency at times: remembering my father’s strength, my great-grand sire’s blind wandering (which was itself a pale claret compared to further back in time when his ancestors sought freedom in the New World, alone and broke), the continents and oceans […]

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Who could imagine their ancestors all stark raving mad, or at least each generation marking out as bad an apple flung far from the tree, opposed to status quo and causing much embarrassment, endless grief and woe? Yet isn’t it a kind of madness to mime, deaf and mute, precisely as your forebears did, and […]

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