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I love this shirt. It’s an oversized shirt belonging to my grandmother. It smells like her perfume. Hints of jasmine, vanilla and roses hug me in a blanket as I slowly dance in the garden of her small house. Calming words come from her mouth and sooth me from my past worries that I leave in the footprints I tread into the grass. the trees tower over me shielding me from the yellow sun that rests on my skin, I sit on the grass that is overdue a cut, and I bask in the rays as my grandma sits and mimics.

My Grandma’s Shirt

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