The handles of Papa's tools were deep brown with age but where Papa's hands had grasped they were almost gold. The wearing of work and time smoothed them and shined them where each of his fingers held, imparting a gift left gilded by Papa's touch.
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Enter the pages of diaspora in quiet introspection. Bathe your thoughts with subtle humor; synchronize your spirit-sense with history-in-heat; fall headlong with eyes wide open into
Questions, unquestioned discoveries, and answers in parable and rhyme…. This collection records a journey starting with a 1960s retrospective and the first man on the moon, moving to a new millennium welcomed in with a terrorist spin, family crises,
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