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"what about the beach?", the grandpa asked the grandson the small boy with wide eyes looked up at this man, his eyes clearer than the elder had seen in years the grandson had asked the grandpa to take him to the beach that day, just a few miles from the house, so he could watch the thing he loved most at that courageous, carefree age "not today, im sorry. maybe next time you come and visit. the birds will still be there, then", he said, tirelessly and so the little boy scooted off his lap and the grandpa sat in his chair, long after the little boy had gone to bed he asked himself the question he had just asked and found no reply
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Apr 26, 2015
Apr 26, 2015 at 7:17 PM UTC
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"what about the beach?", the grandpa asked the grandson the small boy with wide eyes looked up at this man, his eyes clearer than the elder had seen in years the grandson had asked the grandpa to take him to the beach that day, just a few miles from the house, so he could watch the thing he loved most at that courageous, carefree age "not today, im sorry. maybe next time you come and visit. the birds will still be there, then", he said, tirelessly and so the little boy scooted off his lap and the grandpa sat in his chair, long after the little boy had gone to bed he asked himself the question he had just asked and found no reply
olivia-greene
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Apr 26, 2015
Apr 26, 2015 at 7:17 PM UTC
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