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Grandmother stood at the stove |
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stirring two boiling pots of fruit preserves |
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with a large wooden spoon. |
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She smiled at the countryside |
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some light trickled through the window, |
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adding a glow |
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to her gently graying hair. |
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Adding to the flow |
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of the freckles on her hands. |
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On her hands. |
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Lined up in five neat rows, |
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a multitude of canning jars. |
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Mother rustled in the closet hall |
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searching for the paper towels |
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to clean off the boiling red |
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of raspberries stuck to grandma’s head. |
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Adding a glow |
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to her gently graying hair. |
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Adding to the flow |
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of red streaming down her arms. |
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Down her arms. |
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What we thought was red, |
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turned out to be |
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blood and berries mixed. |
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And she collapsed on to, |
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on to |
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the floor. |
