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56 Stories For Preaching
The old man sat down, picked up his pen and tried to write.
Words came only haltingly. Sentences didn't form up at all. All
morning he had gazed out the window. Usually he saw the front
hedges and the tall pine across the street. But today he hadn't
seen anything of the sort. He could only see his daughter as she
stalked away from the house. It seemed like only yesterday that
she had left. But it was a long time ago, a long, long time ago.
He hadn't intended for the discussion to turn into an argument
Words came only haltingly. Sentences didn't form up at all. All
morning he had gazed out the window. Usually he saw the front
hedges and the tall pine across the street. But today he hadn't
seen anything of the sort. He could only see his daughter as she
stalked away from the house. It seemed like only yesterday that
she had left. But it was a long time ago, a long, long time ago.
He hadn't intended for the discussion to turn into an argument

