Having spent all his four years on an Air Force base, our grandson was accustomed to planes taking off and returning. Since rural life was new to him, he loved his first visit with his granddad and me. We were all enjoying a gorgeous sunset when I pointed out, “The sun is sinking.” He politely corrected me, “No Grandma, it’s landing.” —Liz Watkins a caption
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