Monday, January 8, 2024

Important Gifts

 When I was a kid, my maternal grandmother always bought me clothes for Christmas.  I hated it.  In hindsight, it was a pretty thoughtful gift.  A form of shelter, it was given by a person who was a product of the great depression.  I thoughtful gift, a necessity, it was given to protect. 

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