Reading his favorite book, a candle by the side, summer rain outside, it was a perfect day for the eighty year old man. The book was tattered but still perfectly fine to read on this cloudy day. He loved the soft drops landing on his window and the candle gave just enough light to read the well known passages. All of his lonely days captured on this day, August 12. Each year without her he would read her loved book, remembering how she would read it to him at night, in bed. As the afternoon grew darker, he stoked the fire and moved to the soft quilted bed, settled in by lamplight, to finish the tome.
The Bag Lady 
That was such a beautiful story Cheryl! I really liked it!
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Wow, it held me captive, Cheryl!
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A beautiful read Cheryl
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Such a lovely story Cheryl. Beautifully written. Thank you for joining in.
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Thanks Paul!
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My pleasure
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Lovely Cheryl.
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Thanks Di
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