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The man stood in his thick red coat and sore shiny feet, square in the threshold, charged with a ready welcome and ruddy face. He stood with no name but the one assumed for him and, unbeknown to him, inherited from his predecessor who too stood in a similar red coat and sore shiny feet and with his own style of smile. He stood until he fell one March morning, in his thick red coat and his sore shiny feet and with a heart that failed to live up to the responsibility that came with the threshold and the coat and the shiny feet and instead chose to take its rest. The man stood in his thick red coat and sore shiny feet square in the threshold, charged with a duty to smile with an open face, with no name but the one assumed for him and, unbeknown to him, inherited from his predecessor. And he stood. And he smiled. As charged.
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Nov 7, 2019
Nov 7, 2019 at 3:38 PM UTC
The man stood in his thick red coat
The man stood in his thick red coat and sore shiny feet, square in the threshold, charged with a ready welcome and ruddy face. He stood with no name but the one assumed for him and, unbeknown to him, inherited from his predecessor who too stood in a similar red coat and sore shiny feet and with his own style of smile. He stood until he fell one March morning, in his thick red coat and his sore shiny feet and with a heart that failed to live up to the responsibility that came with the threshold and the coat and the shiny feet and instead chose to take its rest. The man stood in his thick red coat and sore shiny feet square in the threshold, charged with a duty to smile with an open face, with no name but the one assumed for him and, unbeknown to him, inherited from his predecessor. And he stood. And he smiled. As charged.
With thoughts of London hotels and the retirement job my father sought.
stevejeff
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Nov 7, 2019
Nov 7, 2019 at 3:38 PM UTC
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