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My grandmother cooked on an old wood burning stove. I was always excited to visit her. She would be waiting on the front porch, her long gray hair tied up in a bun, her house dress stained from cooking and working in the garden. I raced from the car as she walked down the stairs, opening her big arms she would wrap around me and then lift me up into the air. She squeezed so tightly I could barely breathe. She smelled of bread and earth and of love. I’d… Read more Perseverance

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