Gremlin Digital Video | 1996-09-13 | 86.6 MB | 320x280 | 12fps | 8 minutes, 28 seconds
Transcription: Aumyou My father died six months ago. Since he and my mother divorced, We'd had our problems. I hadn't seen him as often as I'd been to. You know how it is. You think you've got all the time in the world to sort things out. There's always something else to be doing. He'll call him next week. Then the letter from the lawyers and suddenly it's all too late. Nothing you can do. All the words you wanted to say. Silenced. Forever. My father was the pastor at a Cornish village. He was well-liked. Had time for everyone. Except his son. I can't explain it, but lately I've begun to dream about a house. ...
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