There is a hand painted picture. It is of an old burned-out mountain shack. All that remained was the chimney and the charred debris of what had been that family’s sole possessions. In front of this destroyed home stood an old grandfather-looking man dressed only in his underclothes, blacken and dirty from fighting the fire. With him was a small boy clutching a pair of patched overalls in one hand and the left hand of the man with the other. It was evident that the child was crying. Beneath the picture were the words that the artist
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