I’m standing at the edge of a field. There’s a man in the tall grass. The sun burns red-orange, shrouding his features in shadow.
Sammy’s nose wrinkles as he slaps at the kiddie pool’s surface. The toy boats bob in the waves created by his pudgy fists. “Boats!”
The second thing I notice is her dingy, threadbare clothing, just after being drawn in by the forlorn look in her eyes. She’s exactly who I’m looking for.
I’m standing at the edge of a field. There’s a man in the tall grass. The sun burns red-orange, shrouding his features in shadow.
Sammy’s nose wrinkles as he slaps at the kiddie pool’s surface. The toy boats bob in the waves created by his pudgy fists. “Boats!”
The second thing I notice is her dingy, threadbare clothing, just after being drawn in by the forlorn look in her eyes. She’s exactly who I’m looking for.
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