There was something about her that captivated me. Maybe it was the wrinkles that lined beneath those tired eyes. Maybe it was her sitting on the moth-eaten sofa with a pacifying air about her. Maybe it was the three strips of evening sun that lined neatly beside her feet. Maybe it was how she talked about her grandchildren, how she brimmed with impregnable pride.
Maybe it was that chilling familiarity of one that I've missed for far too long.
Thursday, September 17, 2009
Mata Tua
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2 comments:
or maybe you have a thing for grandmas.
anything goes, these days.
Heyyyy...that's a new low bro...
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