I decided to visit my grandfather's home. Not too far away from my own house (being, quite literally, a mile down the road), it seemed like a reasonable walk.
As I walk down the road, my thoughts turn to my family- to be specific, the grandmother that I never knew. Grandma Mac is how she was remembered, but she and I never reached a well-developed relationship... She perished when I was an infant, so my family says. I wonder- would she have liked what I have become? Would she have understood me?
Mulling these thoughts over, I realize I've been walking for quite a bit when I see an hour has passed by. I look and find myself...
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