Jan 21, 2020

The Sort of Grandmother - Elin Stebbins Waldal

  My minds hand tugs at the line between now and then, one hand feeds the other and I watch as the past moves into view. It was a rainy autumn day. Even now I can feel the fluttering beat of my heart as…

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