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Constant Autumn Crimson and gold fluttering leaves perpetually spin forth the memories. For it was such a day that he left us . . . that boy with a golden shock of hair and dimpled chin. He would have raked that afternoon-- built pillowed stacks, and performed jumping jacks inside, scooping showers of color in the middle of our yard. Showing off for her. He and I would have popped the corn, guzzled the pop, hunkered down, and screamed in chorus watching our team score touchdowns with our father and son feet on the coffee table. That Autumn day would prove to be short, yet, so horribly long-- His boyish grin becoming a memory in the winds of disaster-- whisking away his mother's heart, as well as his father's soul . . . Forever. ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** |
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