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Zach Blumstein: The Shrine
Zach Blumstein: The Shrine
Zach Blumstein: The Shrine
THE SHRINE
Dear Son,
I want to prove to you that I was a good
Ive become a
disgusting man
A teardrop dribbled
down her face as she
cut a slice for you.
still lie.
You always liked nature; you loved being outside when you were a kid, but as
birthday son.
Others asked:
I feared what
your mother
would say if she
could pry open
my skull and
look into my
brain and see
behind my eyes.
she died.
to your arm.
couldnt move.
Dear Son,
could not play with you. I saw you cry and tell
February
17, 1992
they are
looking
for us!