We gathered at my Aunt and Uncles after Christmas for an after Christmas dinner. It was fairly decent, not too cold. Afterwards my brother asked me if I had walked the beanfield behind the house. I had not. He quipped to my uncle Les that he thought I could find a point in just about every field I walked.
We all put on our coats and boots and started walking into the muddy field. Not 30 steps in I found this very nice small point. It's a nice white with red tones.
The field is now gone, built up into a housing edition. Likewise, my Aunt Jean and Uncle Les are gone. Seems like yesterday. Time goes by.
We all put on our coats and boots and started walking into the muddy field. Not 30 steps in I found this very nice small point. It's a nice white with red tones.
The field is now gone, built up into a housing edition. Likewise, my Aunt Jean and Uncle Les are gone. Seems like yesterday. Time goes by.
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