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Bits That Linger Like Scent

for Grace Haven 1908 - 1998 Bits are all I have of Grandma now; a table, a plate, a tall brown pitcher that held buttermilk for more than one generation's mealtimes; a vase, a painting, a miniature cup and saucer, bought for her on a trip to Seattle when Mom was fifteen and I was still seven years in the future. After so much time spent in Grandma's house the bits are as familiar as the scarf she wore when she baked Sunday cookies. Bits are all I have of Grandma now~ bits that linger like scent in her empty Evening in Paris perfume bottle.

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