6:00 A.M. Sunday mornining

October 23, 2017
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Morning dew blankets the green. A rising sun peaks through the trees.  
“Head down, swing through,” he says. The ball soars straight down the fairway.
Alone this Sunday morning...I still hear, love, and miss you, Grandpa.

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