The Death of a Father's Father: It's Time to Take Charge...
The man is still sleeping after putting his father to sleep. He is a tall man as well. His small feet protrude over the low sofa bed, exposed as branches in ramblers' boots.
She notices how his lean figure slowly rises and falls beneath the sheet, and she knows he is recovering.
She had felt his son's skin shed yesterday as they escaped the seaside heat dome while Bob Seeger was playing loudly. She saw the man reappear and test his wings by the time they had flown into the rented nest in the trees.
They started uphill in search of a summit. Come down to a desire to eat, be, inquire, or laugh, then depart.
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