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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=387557" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Dust</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">the old man puttered around his bushes...<br>taking his time, ... time was all he had left.<br>since his wife had died, it seemed like everything<br>was suspended. just him and the dog now, and<br>the dog was old and blind.<br>Maria watched him. everyday the same thing, in<br>his yard, or walking his dog. she thought to herself, <br>'that's just sadness walking...'<br>Maria was 28, never married, kinda plain, but clean.<br>her boy Tyler was seven, a boy's boy, and in school.<br>she put the pie in the oven, and walked over to the<br>coffeepot. she paused for a moment, then poured<br>two cups, and walked out the door.<br>'hey, George, want a cup of coffee? '<br>'thank you, dont mind if i do.'<br>they exchanged small talk...after a bit the old man said, <br>'getting a little tired, gonna have to sit down. you wanna<br>come in? '<br>'yea, just for a bit.'<br>they went in the back door, and sat down at the kitchen<br>table. she noticed things were a little dusty, but otherwise<br>ok. there was a stillness that permeated the house.<br>there were pictures on the wall, mostly family pictures, <br>most in black and white.<br>'how're your kids? '<br>' ok i guess, dont hear from them much. every now and then<br>they'll call and tell me how the grandkids are doing...'<br>she opened the Bible on the table. 'guess you read this a lot/'<br>'used to... now i dont see so well to read anymore.'<br>she looked down to where she had opened the Bible. a passage<br>was marked. 'to everything there is a season...' she closed the<br>book<br>'guess you get awful lonely? '<br>'not so bad during the day, pretty bad at night...'<br>'i just put a strawberry pie in the oven... maybe tonite after i put<br>Tyler to bed, i'll bring you a piece.'<br>'thank you, i'd appreciate that! '<br>she walked back across the road, wondering what he ate, or if...</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Eric+Cockrell">Eric Cockrell</a><div class=q>
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taking his time, ... time was all he had left.
since his wife had died, it seemed like everything
was suspended. just him and the dog now, and
the dog was old and blind.
Maria watched him. everyday the sam..."></div>
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