As I turned off of the paved road onto his dirt drive, I passed through the wooden gate. And there he stood, in his blue jean overalls, Lacrosse duck boots with his pant legs stuck inside, white cotton t- shirt and cowboy hat. His hair is white as snow, face unshaven with a long white...
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