The old woman sat in a weathered, well-worn rocker, her silver hair was gathered into a bun, held together with long, wide hair pins while small, wired glasses perched on her nose.Her eyes were closed and the gentleness of the fall sun brought a slight light to her face. She wore a cotton dress made from a flour sack and an apron was tied around her tiny waist. She could not have weighed...
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