i dont remember much about my father. i can't even see his face no matter how hard i try to imagine...
all i have are hazy, half-focused memories. there was a house in florida, and on one of the walls of that house, there was a reproduction of a richard amsel print. an illustration of bette midler. so here it is. i even remember it was to the right of the stereo and record collection, somewhere near some blinds. if that house still stands, i wonder if any trace of myself or jean-lucien still remains. its possible.
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