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May 11
The young boy carries the bucket with lots of colourful fish inside.
Whilst his father coughs up his habit and begins to trail behind.

The child calls back for reassurance “can we do this tomorrow dad? At the same time?”
The man smiled weakly and began to cry.
“Of course we can, now hold your old man’s hand”.

The boy now a man, looks up from the photograph of him and his Da, and says to his partner “that was the last time… the last time we went fishing”.
Jay Lewis
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Jay Lewis  28/F/United Kingdom.
(28/F/United Kingdom.)   
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