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    Gramp’s Grace

    I’m not a religious man, but sitting at head of the table where my grandfather would have normally sit, I looked around to my rarely-assembled family, all eagerly awaiting the feast.

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    Doug Langille

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    Gramp’s Grace

    I’m not a religious man, but sitting at head of the table where my grandfather would have normally sit, I looked around to my rarely-assembled family, all eagerly awaiting the feast. I said grace, his grace, and all was perfect.

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    Tags: grounded, kith-kin, melancholy

    Published: December 26, 2014

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