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Grandmother hands-
Extra silky smooth, Skin pliable, hanging loosely around blue veins. Unparalleled at washing hair in the sink. Skillful at mending love worn stuffed bears or irradicating impossible stains. Sensitive to the slightest fever rising to the brow. Grandmother eyes- Steel blue beauty. Welcoming, laughing, even mischievous at times. Weapons of sniper accuracy against the forces of grandchild tantrums. Portals of entrance for the scenes now recreated in family lore. Grandmother scent- Chocolate-raspberry coffee. Warming flake rolls. Sloppy joe. Cookies made in duet. Potpourri, spicy lemon from those strange little waxy things in a dish by the bathroom sink. Laundry soap. Mysteriously universal special "grandma" perfume, That smells best in a lingering farewell hug. Grandmother love- Evident in everything from surprise cards with checks tucked inside to freshly brewed iced tea. As strong on Christmas morning as it is in the darkest of family tragedy. Simply perfect. Elegantly complex. Of the angels.
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