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This husband and I…
Were admiring an anomaly in the neighbor’s backyard…a mushroom…giant fungus amongus toadstool…seemingly changing shape over the course of the afternoon…it was cool…but what was more cool…was the little worn path in the grass…made by those neighborhood kitties…as they cut through the yard on their adventures… Those furry feline feet…that well trodden path…leading right down memory lane for little girl me…tiny bare feet…walking her own worn grass path…connecting her house to the house…up the hill…where lived…her grandma…that dear sweet woman…a little girl’s safety net…when things at home teetered…that path…a tether…to comfort…assurance…security… But there were good times too…cousins visiting at holiday…running back and forth…from house to house…playing…laughing…having fun…that path…all those years…watching…listening…taking it in…those feet…running…skipping…ambling…plodding… That path….if it could talk…what a tale…it would tell…a tale of fear…a tale of joy…a tale of tears…a tale of escape…a tale…of life…of family…of a journey…to a grandmother’s love… And those cousins of mine…would agree…
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