What they grew out of, she grew into..
Wrapped in memories and her warmest shawl, she sat in her porch. Her feeble, bent frame, crouched insignificantly in the large rocking chair.
The scratched surface and the chipped wood, resonated a camraderie of years.
Her wrinkled, sagging yellowed skin , a sh
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