Clarence by Marcia Taylor
In the barn doorway, Clarence sat on a hay bale with his back to the warm November sun. This might be the last good day before the snow flies, he thought. In fact, this might be the last good day forever. He missed his wife, Margaret. If she were here, she’d be making pumpkin pies for the church supper, and he’d be digging potatoes to put in the root cellar. But this fall, he spent more time just sitting than he ever h…
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