Grandmother sat at a chair beside the window. A snow fell, the first of the season. She enjoyed snowflakes highlighted by the twilight. Her mind drifted to capturing one before
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I remember sitting at my desk, staring at words on the page. Some of the words made sense, others were alphabet soup. My mind was confused, tired, and drained.However, I