CANDLES AND MIRRORS
DeAnn (Wolkow) Kruempel I pulled the rocking chair over the carpet and sat directly in front of her. I rested my hands on her knees. Her 104-year-old eyes were not as keen as they used to be. She reached for her hearing aids, and with some difficulty and a bout of device-squealing, she got them adjusted.“Ah, DeAnn.” She leaned forward and placed her cool gnarled hand...
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