Oldsters Are Not All the Same
Let’s go see the quilt maker my aunt suggested.
The quilter was an old woman.
I did not like oldsters, but I was polite about it.
The quilt maker had a lively sense of humor.
She and I became friends.
Later, good friends.
And now best friends.
I learned that oldsters are not all the same.
She taught me this in all the right ways.
I am now learning how to make a quilt too.
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