Saturday, November 23, 2013

Old stories told by old men.

The past, my past, well more like his past. His people I never knew but I know who they were. Seeing photos of them is not the same as seeing the real them.
"Old stories told by old men." My father told me, dismissing story of his past. He started another story not of his past but from anothers. I sat quietly, listening to my father's tale. Learning its secret meaning but I was curious.  Do all old men tell old stories? And are the old stories not of the pasts of the old men that tell them.

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