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« on: January 14, 2020, 03:08:43 PM »
Here is my 10 minute splurge into today's object writing exercise. I couldn't seem to catch a flow with this one but it is. Actually I didn't talk much about a gift to be honest.

The range from which his generosity stretched was one of incredible kindness. His cobbled driveway drawn from the likes of a rustic oil painting, still damp from the morning dew, led towards the wind-blown streets of the town him and his family have called home for generations. His daughter, her dress dancing in the cool breeze of the morning, was off to the old dusty library to study Latin. It was days like these that Mr. Porter was so proud. He had grown up a poor boy on these same dirty streets he strolled down. His father had taught him that courage and determination were the only two things you needed to succeed and to get out of the gutter and he had so much to show for that now.


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