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Grandma’s Lace

The journey to visit grandma always seemed to take too long, but once you got there, you could smell freshly-baked cinnamon buns and the rays of the sun peacefully scattered through the gaps in the lace curtain. A geranium was glowing on the windowsill and, outside, there was a sea of flowers in front of the red ochre building across the yard and butterflies were fluttering everywhere. The attic was like a treasury chest with all of its old pieces, and you could lose yourself there for hours, examining old artefacts until you name was called. Oh how good the warm cinnamon bun and cold milk tasted!