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The Gift of Presence
It was a beautiful late autumn day. I was probably 12 or 13 years old. My younger brother was 9 or 10. My parents were not home and I am not sure where my older brother and sister (Jack and Jill) were. My brother and I decided to go outside late that afternoon and burn stuff near our house. There was a large field on the hillside where we lived that separated our property from another house. Before long whatever we were burning caught the high grass on fire. I decided we should get a shovel just to keep things under control. By the time I returned with the shovel the wind had picked up and the...
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