My granny's pretty great.
She always smells like baby lotion and clean linens. Her speech is made of cloves that are coated in honey. And though her eyes may be too fatigued to read the small print of a contract, they never fail to read the subtle marks of expression on my grandfather's heavily marked face.
Though the trigger to her tears is sensitive, her sadness never suffers a drought. And I think it's safe to say that her heart is bulging out from her rib cage.
:) love ya girl
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