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Grandparent Love

We sat on the flat rock by the shore of Lake Pontchartrain dropping pebbles into the water-filled crevice of the rock while we watched the red ball of the sun drop swiftly—it’s disappearing as we watch!—into the blue clouds, rounded as mountains.

As Tom and I said our goodbyes, Aubrey said, “I had fun dropping pebbles into the pond with you.”


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