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.
Monday, January 8, 2024
Important Gifts
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