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In the beginning, is there an end?
And when the end dawns, is the wait justified?
In Waiting, silence grows, patience wears thin.
Treading, lingering, drifting...
How do we feel? Why do we fear? What do we remember?
Remembrance of feelings and things past.
Holding on and stranded.
Is the shade your hiding place or a shadow you keen to shun?
A dialogue between a father and a daughter on ageing and failings.