#13
I'm thankful for the vivid memories of My grandfather. Who passed when I was seven years old. I remember the sound of His voice, His meaningful words (which took Me years to finally understand). The smell of his pipe tobacco and whiskey. I also remember the way His barn smelled and the way the light streaming inside of it cast shadows on all His tools/toys.
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