She walked into the Market this afternoon, as
she often does, to pay a visit to the art. She can't be more than 5 ft
tall - and since her last birthday when she turned
80-somethin'-er-other, she's probably a smidgeon smaller than that. But
that twinkle in her eye is undeniable. After another meticulous tour of
the Market she stood as tall as she could, raised her arm in the air and
announced, "I wish I could take one of everything...if only I were born
rich instead of good-looking!!"
That made our day.
That made our day.
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