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From: scl4@po.CWRU.Edu (Selina C. Lee)
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Subject: [Winter's Child] [The Narrator]
Date: 15 Nov 1994 05:36:55 GMT
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ADMIN: Due to the limited time on my network.  You amy see these posts sort
of cut off.  That is because each session only allows me 1 hour.  Then I
have to quit, log on, and go through this whole mess again. 

     "Oh, I'm sorry!"

     Winter's Child collides with another and a flurry of parcels spill
onto the dirt.  One of the parcels never fully closed, lets loose a
colorful shower of beautiful, embroidered scarves that fall gently onto the
brown earth.  She gathers up the scarves and tries to dust them off as best
she can.  

     "That's alright, " says the man, smiling, "it's good enough.  I
suppose I should've been looking where I was going."  He has a nice smile,
almost matching the one our girl-hero is shyly returning.  His hair is
black, but dusted with gray and his mustache also faded black.  He stands a
bit taller than 6ft but in his youth he was probably taller.  

     They finish putting the parcels in an organized fashion and with her
offered help, they both take the purchases to his wagon.  He offers his
thanks...
 
     "I would like you to have this."  He gives her  beautiful blue embroidered
scarf.  

     "Er...  thanks, but..."

     "Oh, that's alright.  My wife has plenty and you have showed more
kindness and generosity than any typical stranger ever has to a tired old
man. "  

     They both smile, and wave goodbye going their separate ways.  

     So when the sun traveled its course across the sky to reach the other
horizon in the west, she traveled back to her room and retired for the
night, not knowing that she had met her true father.


    
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"Here...is..where the story ends..." ---The Sundays