MOTHER DEAR SITS QUIETLY WITH THIMBLE ON HER RIGHT HAND< SHE CAREFULLY WEAVES A PATTERN OF HER OWN DESIGN, AT THE OLD OAK TABLE HER WRINKLED HANDS FOLLOW THE GRAIN.A NEW HEARING AID ADJUSTING IT SHE TUNES IN ON CRICKETS. OLD WOMAN SAVING HER MONEY FOR SOMEONE ELSES RAINY DAY. READING HER THE NEWS; "WHO DIED TODAY DEARIE"?
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