For my sweet departed mother. All rights reserved Reproduction in whole or in part without the written permission of the copyright owner is prohibited.
<p>In a small town, at a small house. I walk into the door and cross the floor. To the kitchen where my mother sits. At the table, I see a cup for me.<p/>
<p>She smiles and wants all the news. I haven't seen her for some time. I had hoped she wouldn't mind. We talk of children and their need for shoes.<p/>
<p>Little talks as these happened to us. We sit and enjoy each other's company. I clear away the cups but she says don't fuss. For let's get down to what's happened to us.<p/>
Let this coming of age story of a boy named Bean take you back to a simple time. Set in a small southern town in the 1960's, encircled by a river and gleaming white cotton fields.
Let this coming of age story of a boy named Bean take you back to a simple time. Set in a small southern town in the 1960's, encircled by a river and gleaming white cotton fields.
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