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& AGAIN: "YES!" He stepped out of the photo stretched and gave a great yawn. He had been standing by that wall it seemed forever. The sun shone in black&white.; Outside it was night. He had never seen  his grandson who lived in colour on the mantlepiece just newly born. He strode out boldly in 3-D with the strange gait of a 2-D'er trying to put his best foot forward. It was a long long way to the photo of Tipperary and the smiling newborn boy but by God he made it. His grandson lay smiling in a shaft of sunlight that rocked him gently and gently. He stepped into the colour and turned into a nice sepia. He held his grandson against his chest smiling in Kodachrome. Then put him back in the frame. He managed to return to his own black& white as headlights travelled across the ceiling before the telephone rang and the morning awoke and sleepy feet from above went to answer it with a yawn: "Yes...yes. . ." & again: "YES!"
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Apr 7, 2016
Apr 7, 2016 at 2:58 PM UTC
& AGAIN: "YES!"
& AGAIN: "YES!" He stepped out of the photo stretched and gave a great yawn. He had been standing by that wall it seemed forever. The sun shone in black&white.; Outside it was night. He had never seen  his grandson who lived in colour on the mantlepiece just newly born. He strode out boldly in 3-D with the strange gait of a 2-D'er trying to put his best foot forward. It was a long long way to the photo of Tipperary and the smiling newborn boy but by God he made it. His grandson lay smiling in a shaft of sunlight that rocked him gently and gently. He stepped into the colour and turned into a nice sepia. He held his grandson against his chest smiling in Kodachrome. Then put him back in the frame. He managed to return to his own black& white as headlights travelled across the ceiling before the telephone rang and the morning awoke and sleepy feet from above went to answer it with a yawn: "Yes...yes. . ." & again: "YES!"
donall-dempsey
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Apr 7, 2016
Apr 7, 2016 at 2:58 PM UTC
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