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A Recorded Emotion

About a half mile from home, a friend of my father said to me, "Your father just passed; he's gone". Filled with bewilderment and mystery, I, a boy of 13, ran fast to my home because my weak daddy was gone. The first time death came to our home. We were many; a family of 12 children but I felt like a lone stone on an island frozen in time and very much alone. 04202017PS

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