There was a gentleness about him––a gentle settledness, I’d say, really. His frailness belied the determined outlook of this now shrunken man who said little, but when he spoke, and said what he said, no one else spoke, for after he’d spoken, there was nothing more to be said. I looked at his denim overalls,...
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