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Author on Reedsy Prompts since Dec, 2020
Submitted to Contest #76
It was a late summer night, and I was on the porch with my grandpa, who we all called Pops. The summer breeze was spreading the cricketsβ symphony. Somewhere in the dark, we could hear the soloist β an owl. My heart was filled with excitement. I loved these moments because the tales of the old man accompanied them. Grandpa got seriously ill a few years ago. Since then, he has not been able to stay long out of bed. I cuddled next to him and listened in awe. - Elizabeth, you've grown up! Look at yourself! In a year or two, your feet will touch...
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