she was quiet--not silent--just quiet--almost as if she were mumbling to herself as she walked among the crowd--no one seemed to notice her although she was visible ----a small hand reached out toward her---almost as if reaching into dense fog in the hope of finding the sunlight----
grandmother--who is that?
truth--child of child--she is truth
blessings that we all might awaken and understand...............................
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