It’s faded and threadbare and its edges have begun to unravel. I pulled the white-flowered pink towel from the dryer and folded it, carefully smoothing the frayed trim. Each time I find it in the laundry I set it aside to go in the rag pile, only to snatch it back and replace it in the linen cupboard.The towel once belonged to my grandmother/Cindy Hval, SR Front Porch.
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Question: What sentimental keepsakes do you hold on to?