Remembering My Grandmother

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I am still biding time in Elizabeth City, the original „Rabbit Patch“,  so named because I am certain, there are more rabbits than people, here.  The days pass along sweetly-some sort of beauty unfolding on every one of them.  One needn’t have a keen eye nor a sixth sense to find a friendly face, an old fragrant rose or a laughing river.  Such things are far from rare, in this town.

Most days, I take Lyla for a walk around the Riverside  Village.  Lyla remembers where every dog and cat live-and where the rabbits are likely to be.  We usually stop at the banks of the river and when we do, a sense pf peace and quiet descends upon us.  We watch the river roll by while light twinkles upon it.  The river has been very blue, the last few days.  It is hard to be concerned about much…

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