It was in the summer of 1999, when I visited my Grandmother, a little lady living in the mountains of Virginia, where she was born and had borne her own children. I was collecting and organizing
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It was in the summer of 1999, when I visited my Grandmother, a little lady living in the mountains of Virginia, where she was born and had borne her own children. I was collecting and organizing
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