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					<description><![CDATA[<p>Grandma. I always just referred to her as that without any qualifiers. I said Grandma Sarah whenever I referenced my paternal grandmother. That’s always how it was. I rely on pictures to remember Grandma’s face. Her other features are more vivid to me. Peppermint. Fresh baked bread. Softness. A guttural cough. Smooth hands and hair. False teeth. A faint smell of cigarettes. A comical sneeze that made me giggle. Crusty toenails. A gentle smile. This is how I remember her. I do remember some of her facial expressions. Her eyebrows were thin and moved with her voice. The higher she</p>
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