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GREAT GRANDMOTHER Like an ancient Valley Oak, she sits stooped upon her chair. Once eager hands, now gnarled and bent, are reposing there. In her summer she bore much fruit, and there was greenness inher leaves. Now, delicate eyelids drift and flutter, carried by an autumn breeze. Cherished memories of those loved and lost, frolic …
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