I one saw a father and his daughter standing by the tracks of an old railway. His coat was brown, patched,and rough. Hers, a bright vibrant red. Her hair blew in blonde ringlets about her cheeks, rosy with the chill air. The stubble on his chin was steel grey, emphasizing his tired blue eyes
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Beautifully written tragic little moment. Draws the reader in... and bam.
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