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#fidgety #smokescreen #smokesignals

help their kids still

My Grand father in law through nine innings did not move his feet. Not once did he shift trying to make a wooden seat comfortable, attempting to make cramped spacious. Like his body his mind and spirit did not waver. He had no phone to check even if it did.

the cooking fire
crackling embers too hot
to ash tag
there was no time
for smoke signals

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