She is clothed with strength and dignity...
When I think of my maternal grandmother, that's how I think of her - clothed with strength and dignity. For many years I've said she's who I want to be when I grow up. But I feel like I have so far to go. I've heard that she wasn't always that way. She started out with a long way to go, too. Maybe there's hope for me...
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