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Sometimes I want to linger on the cusp of twilight, nursing a glass of white wine that mirrors the chill of loss. It's been a decade since my father, my mountain, was taken too soon. Each sip is a bittersweet homage to what could have been, to the lessons untaught, the stories untold. Leaving half the glass, I honor his memory. Tonight, I grant myself reprieve, away from myself, a holiday from my own shadows, as I melt into the city's nocturnal pulse with the mask of honesty and the mirage of a forbidden youth reborn.

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Sometimes I want to linger on the cusp of twilight, nursing a glass of white wine that mirrors the chill of loss. It's been a decade since my father, my mountain, was taken too soon. Each sip is a bittersweet homage to what could have been, to the lessons untaught, the stories untold. Leaving half the glass, I honor his memory. Tonight, I grant myself reprieve, away from myself, a holiday from my own shadows, as I melt into the city's nocturnal pulse with the mask of honesty and the mirage of a forbidden youth reborn.