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jbowie Member
since 2000-02-18
Posts 135BANGOR (that OR) ME |
The paint is worn from the treads on the stairs where he walked with his pipe filling the air with smoke like sweet wood and vanilla On the hall coat rack hangs his favorite flannel shirt with holes int the elbows from leaning on the deck railing while watching for deer His leather chair with faded, well used arms stands over in the corner used only by his faithfull dog who seems to still be waiting |
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Nan
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-05-20
Posts 21191Cape Cod Massachusetts USA |
Now that sounds like my dad - Are you far from Waterboro???..  |
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doreen peri Member Elite
since 1999-05-25
Posts 3812Virginia |
James.... I love this... you have painted a picture with words so vividly. I can see him. ... I can almost smell the smoke from his pipe... I think the title could use some editing, though, because it doesn't capture the essence of the piece. Maybe call it, "Pipe Smoke" or... "Vanilla"... or... "Leather Dog"... nah... Leather Dog, that sucks... LOL Nice work, james!  dp |
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Denise
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-08-22
Posts 22648 |
This is so touching. It reminded me that when my Mom passed away our dog searched around for her for quite a long time....so sad....  Denise |
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Chris Goodman Member
since 2000-01-28
Posts 92Issaquah, Washington usa |
Sad......But enjoyed. Chris Blue Moon |
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bsquirrel
since 2000-01-03
Posts 7855 |
Wow, for some reason these images reminded me a lot of Hemingway. Translation: Wow! Mike p.s. The title's fine. |
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