Peace
A long lost Grandmother knows her so well.
She loved her flower pots. They were a gift from her newly found Nana. It was funny, they had just met a month ago and Nana Shirly knew her so well already. It had been her birthday shortly after they met: Nana Shirly bought her three small, vibrantly red flower pots. “To add colour and life to your tiny apartment.” Nana Shirly stated as if it were a given that she would like them. So, there they sat: lined up on her kitchen windowsill. Each had a different spice in them, the scents were heavenly. The pots never failed to fill her with a sense of well being and peace.
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