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30/06/2002
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Entroncamento
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When the carpentry started to have fewer clients, grandpa spent more time watching our games in the garden.
He used to sit in a chair near the barn door and smiled while he watched us playing. Sometimes his eyes were lost in the horizon and he only moved when I pulled his trousers.
From the chair grandpa passed his days lying down in bed, and when I passed near the office I missed his sneezes.
The chair was abandoned inside the barn and only now saw the sunlight again. |
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