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Board Administrator Username: mjm Post Number: 3828 Registered: 11-1998 |
Honorable Mention The Family Don Schaeffer First the tyke jumped off the step into the world and waddled to the sidewalk. Then the older one strode after his younger brother. Finally the grandma followed while the children were halfway down the way to school. They all had the same round, reddened apple faces. Their lines obviously immigrated from the damp hills of northern England. Their mouths bent in a special way and I could see even on the little one, the tiny patch of bluish skin above the lips that would eventually turn to mustache. When they came out of their house, a burst of steam followed, fragrant with the perfumes of nesting creatures that stained their hearts. |
