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grandmother

My grandmother never could say,

"I'm full."

So she filled cookie jars and pie tins and Bundt pans because

they were also

just a little bit hollow.

She emptied herself into children and bathtub wine and her rosary beads

and they were full.

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Published: May 5
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Tags: #generations #love #hollow

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