Today's OneWord: Welcome

Ben took my hand and led me into his modest yet quaint home, a little cottage located off the corner of one of the quietest streets in the time. I was impressed by how cordial he was to me, and how he openly welcomed me to his abode and made sure that I was comfortable the entire time I was there. He was old and gray-haired and sagging along the jowls and cheeks, but the glow in his eyes gave him a youth that I didn't even see in my youngest son, or in my even younger niece.

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