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She's happy in the winter of her years, near ninety-five, but still so keen of mind. Imagination is her gift that cheers the visitors who come and are inclined to stay a while and listen to her spin her stories as an author, she once wrote of kings and queens, the rulers they had been, alive still in her memory to quote. Forgotten soul, is she; no next of kin were left to visit her for quite a while. But in that nursing home, she draws them in with those great tales she offers with a smile. If only winter years for all could be so happy with this gift of memory.
Copyright © Sandra Haight | Year Posted 2016
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