The day auntie fell down the stairs
Auntie wasn’t actually an aunt, although there was a blood kinship through grandma, whom she always called “Vi” (short for “Violet”). To me, though, she was simply the very old woman who had lived with...
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While cleaning out the locker I discovered something very interesting -- using old photos and sketches for a blog post is way easier than actually writing one.
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