The Call From Father
He looked out of his window, chuckling at the thought of tomorrow while reflecting on yesterday. A smile crossed his face, but soon he felt teary-eyed; it was a slow, gentle laugh followed by a quick cry.
He shyly glanced at his battered hands, reflecting on a time filled with many tilled lands.
Gently, he raised his hands to touch the lines above his graying brow. After a deep inhale, he exhaled slowly.
Precious memories that rest in distant corners of his mind.
Then there was a whisper; he heard a noble whisper from Father Time.
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