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Words of love read from the front yard wife could never be mad
I climbed up a water tower and painted a ten foot heart and wrote I love xxxx
I married xxxx and we bought 40 acres and built a home. We never had an argument our entire life. My words of love on that water tower could be read from our front yard. My wife died from old age just before she died she said it is ok I see Angels reaching for my hand. The following Sunday just before I passed away Angel's were reaching for my hand. I purchased the land were that water tower was located. It fell over during a bad hurricane over a decade ago. In my will I gave that land my Church who erected a chapel on the spot the water tower once stood. We subdivided our land so each of our grand children would have a parcel. Amazingly from each of their front porch on a clear day they can see the Cross as the sunsets behind it. What an amazing story pure fiction. What really happened. I paid someone to climb that tower and paint that ten foot heart with spray paint. I traded some magic mushrooms to that same person to go back up and write my words of love. I married my high school sweetheart but we lived with my parents for years. I ran moonshine to nearby towns never once got caught. We used that same water tower as a look out with a CB Antenna on top. The same person who spray painted that tower used a pair of binoculars I purchased from the Sears catalog. When prohibition ended I had saved up enough money to buy a couple acres of land. We built a house but never finished the inside. The money ran out so we sold pieces of the water tower for scrap metal. The
tank inside the tower was still quarter full of water. While taking metals from the structure one day it fell over killing my friend. I survived by the luck of the devil. I burned the house down that we never finished and left town with my wife and two kids we went south past the Mason Dixie line. We finally settled in Florida and lived a miserable life near a mosquito infested lake that was finally drained by the County a week before I died.
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