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She was old and bent,

but her smile was soft and bright.

Her hands were gnarled,

but they held everything with

great tenderness in their strength.

Throughout that year, we walked the morning-wet fields between rows of vines. She told me everything I needed to know about the secret world of the vines.

This, I am now passing on to you,

in case you ever tend a vine of your own.