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The first part

Abel sat quietly on the porch, waiting for sunrise and the sound of feet, little feet, on the chilled oak floors. The mist was rising off the water, offering a surreal feeling to the moment. “Abel?” A small voice, still quiet with the remnants of sleep came from behind, “Where’s mom?” “She’s gone to town.…
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A reminder

The sun shines across the page Casting shadows as I write Pen to paper, dark to light If only to capture the beauty in words To hold the sun at the horizon, robins singing
