PART 8 – The Recording Captured My Father’s Voice, but the Second Speaker Knew Something About My Childhood That Only Three People Could Explain
The drive back to the installation felt longer than the journey to the archive. Snow had begun melting along the shoulders of the road, leaving the asphalt wet and dark. …
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