Two penniless families from under the overpass sipped cold tomato soup out of partially rusted cans that were discovered a day earlier by one of the shoeless children.
When the powerful food transport passed by, several ravenous kids ran after nothing more than the taunting and untouchable scent of fresh baked bread they would never taste.
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As snow silently sang outside, a consuming case of collywobbles curbed the escalating excitement of anxious surprise party attendees.
After successfully navigating tiresome roads laden with lousy conditions, the knackered guest of honor unsuspectingly toddled up to the fated front door.
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She wontedly wore a silk crimson scarf, plush fitted hat and a smile that invited anyone who saw it to say hi.
Nowadays she wears soft tattered slippers, ruminates in a rickety rocking chair and has groceries delivered every two weeks.
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Familiar light from her ongoing baking lit the eyesome white landscape which held heightening hurdles of sastruga like distance markers to our destination.
While we trudged towards the inviting warmth of grandma’s house, an airy sweet aroma of scratch made ginger crinkle cookies cordially enveloped us.
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Each morning, after putting on an overly cumbersome and slightly itchy robe, the old man walked to the porch.
After several, wonderful generations, his comfortably worn chair sits in remembrance of a truly loyal man who never forgot the meaning of family.
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With tears pouring out of their eyes, three restless children huddle together on the living room sofa while blurrily witnessing an inevitable fruition.
Leaving a thickset trail of lifeless brown needles, the center of merriment was mercilessly dragged across the kitchen floor and deposited on a sunless sidewalk.
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A biting blast of wind, across an icy snow-laden park, forced the tightly bundled couple to take pause on a frozen metal bench.
The inclement surroundings were instantly subdued when direct eye contact confirmed the interosculation of their devoted hearts.
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After frenetically completing a citywide bounty search, four brothers protectively parked their push transports in an off street lot for the disadvantaged.
Even though this year had been challenging for the family of four, they realized remaining close together would provide the best possibility of procuring a paddlewheel to their prosperity.
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Each year, at the back corner in the garage, he would carefully rummage through a tall and teetering stack of slightly compressed cardboard boxes searching for that special little Christmas display.
It was the first year without him, so an eternally grateful family found within themselves a rejuvenating sentimental bond which lit their undying tradition for the nonce and future generations.
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As they began fancying homemade pie for dessert, engaging and light hearted conversation descended into pointless, self-serving argumentation which uncontrollably pinballed around the table.
During this frenzied ruction of wrangling words, the youngest grandchild innocently wondered why nobody bothered to stop speaking and start listening.
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Bone chilling wind and swirling, swelling snow seemed to subside when I spotted the inviting glow of a familiar A-frame home near the bend in the road on Sugar Plum Lane.
The family inside had been baking holiday cheer, so when the decorated door opened presently, I was greeted with many savory sweet scents and the warm welcoming arms of Mr. Gingerbread.
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Temperatures are tumbling and flurries are flying yet the sky is widening, as if opening up its majestic arms to welcome a reconditioned season for a warm winter hug.
Beneath this unfolding fuss, a single slender tree stands silent, as the gloaming autumn surrenders itself to the jabbering yaff of true chilling frost.
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The grandparents had a comfy cozy home filled with generations of family who had come to celebrate the 50th wedding anniversary of an endearing duo that always made time for each other.
As gathered guests patiently waited, the elder twain took their love on that daily walk which was a cherished time to trade soft kisses and secretly enjoy a special togetherness found rustling with the leaves.
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They hadn’t actually seen each other because the whimsy of wind and distance was playing cat and mouse with the favorable airflow of a fortuitous path crossing.
While minding the meandering momentums of the day, a mutual, steadfast spirit stayed true and led them to this marvelous moment of a simple handshake.
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They once came on frozen rails without pretense to share the jolly with a sustained station bustling with local services for a truly languishing community…
Yesterday, a destitute curmudgeon dropped his found piece of bread and knelt at the very same train car that took him in so many years ago.
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