Rachel Slotnick
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Tales from my Fisherman Father (If I follow my hands, can I shake the winter fish from the trees?)
In Tiburon, on a Wednesday, I saw a seabird with my father’s face. “Why don’t you get yourself a decent boyfriend?” it cawed...
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