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As
we get older, we change. Our hair may get a bit whiter. Our
eyesight dims a bit. It gets harder to hear. As a young girl
asks her grandmother about these, her grandmother has wonderful answers.
“Grandmother, Grandmother have the angels come and painted your hair?”
“Yes, my darling granddaughter. / They have painted it white / so I may
become more like the clouds.” |