Just for a moment - come sit with me.
Come tell me the stories of how it used to be. How it was when you were a little girl..sitting in just this chair...on my grandmother's knee.
Tell me how it was when my grandfather went out to set his traps - in all sorts of menacing weather. Tell me how you all waited. How you wondered and worried when he was late. Knowing that the seas were merciless and unforgiving.
Tell me what it was like to gather up wild blueberries at dawn..and have fresh pie at dinner.
Tell me about winters that never ended..and summers that always did. Tell me about a life that was..long before I happened.
Just for a moment - come sit with me...and tell me the stories I've been waiting so long to hear.
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Come visit me there.