When I was young, there was this one old farmer.Looking back, he was probably in his sixties, with nothing outwardly special about him, still, to me, something about him was unforgettable.I did not grow up with a man in my home at all, so I never got a chance to see what a “real man” was.Oh, sure…there were a bunch of fake examples on television of what adult men were...
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