My father was a fisherman. Now, he cannot remember how to fish. Sometimes, he cannot remember me. In the sunset of his awareness, my childhood seems bigger than it was, his fish, his fish-tales sit inside me ...until I too, forget.
by Laura Brightwood
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Collect your choice of gallery quality Giclée, or fine art prints custom trimmed by hand in a variety of sizes with a white border for framing.
Impressive work! Amazing work,love it!
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