Remembering Grandad

/ Adam T.

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Dove calls.

Mist around the trees.

Cool, damp air.

Heavy.

With the scent of pine needles.

Soft underfoot.

Grandad’s hand.

White horse.

…….

This, now.

Life happening.

Always.

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