My Great-Grandfather and the a Piece of Iron
When I was a child, I used to spend my summers listening to my great-grandfather’s stories. His hands were rough and cracked, his skin weathered by time and sun, but he spoke with a gentleness I’ll never forget. He worked his whole life in a cast iron foundry. A job I didn’t fully understand back […]
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