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Nov 2021
(Continued from 1/9)

Garyโ€™s  grandfather was a
very rich person and
he inherited a gigantic
piece of land with many
trees and meadows near
the mountain.

When he became old enough
to take care of them
his father gave everything
to him as a gesture
of fatherly love-
thus Gary used to live
a decent life.

He remembers,
when he used to go
to the nursery
crossing those meadows,
half paved roads,
crossing a curved bridge-
by holding hand of his
grandmother,
they used to pass by the sea
where there was a
very old lighthouse
standing alone, like a fortress.

Continuedโ€ฆ
Pure fiction. Any similarity should be treated as mere coincidence.
Hakikur Rahman
Written by
Hakikur Rahman  62/M/Portugal
(62/M/Portugal)   
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