am I on a roll?

Stories She Told
Lilly lay back gratefully on the fresh linen sheets. It was one of her very favourite smells. From the time the sheets were on her crib, hand-washed by her mother, to presents, on sheets washed by machine, now by her daughter. Audrey, her daughter, propped her now fragile mother onto the softest of pillows. Gently she braided the elder woman’s white hair into a single braid and fastened it with a sift pink elastic.

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