He had started out for home as soon as the melting snow had allowed, traveling hundreds of miles south eastward by foot, making his own path through the wilderness. Finally, in late summer, the house was in site. But he had been gone so long; would they welcome him as a friend, or treat him as a stranger? He took a long drink from his canteen and started through the meadow...
November 27th, 2019
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