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Read Poem: The last words I ever spoke to my father, by Ross Vassilev

for Rossen V. Vassilev, Ph.D. 1952-2020 Tatko, are you hungry? Are you thirsty? Is the room too hot? Is the room too cold? Is there anything I can get you? Do you remember all our walks in the park? Which … Continue reading

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