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The Warder
The Warder
The old man spine was bent his head was hanging at an awkward angle he
searched the ground while he was walking for what he could not have stopped
and picked anything up. The cane was fancy one with a hook for a handle his hat
was piled up high to keep the sun and wind away his coat so thick to keep the
rain away he did not just walk he warded the elements away the warder walked
in boots of rubber so oversize but on this man they did not seem clownish or
childish they fit him to his size a large and gentle man his bedroll hung on a
strap beside him hanging down swinging while he walked the most important
part of all his gear for winter come. The thing eye noticed most was this survivor
walked in hope and quiet solitude not moping or depressed he gave me hope
this warder perhaps he even knoes who GOD is?
The Warder
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Charles Hice
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