Rhyming Memories

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1973 I am three years old and can’t even read yet, but my grandmother can. She is sitting with me on the black, floral, sectional couch in her living room, holding a green book that hasn’t had a dust cover since my mother was young. It’s a grown-up book – no pictures, just words – […]

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