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A white blanket of snow 
settles upon her shoulders. 
Her bones creak when you 
step on them a certain way. 
She was generations old 
and had witnessed almost 
every birthday that had 
occurred within the family. 
In fact, she was family. 
The children dressed her 
with toys and dolls, while 
the adults planted trees 
on her skirt and painted 
her clothes. Her wig was 
replaced every other decade. 
When the children played ball, 
sometimes they would knock 
a tooth or two straight out 
of her mouth! Father or "Daddy" 
as the children liked to call him 
would give her new ones the following day. 
Storms came and showered upon her, 
soaking right through her wig. 
They would set out bowls to catch 
the excess water and the children 
sang for the rain to go away. 
Eventually, there came a time 
to move on. The family packed their bags, 
leaving her to endure the heavy storms alone, 
leaving behind every last memory. 
A feeling of abandonment washed over her. 
Days turned into months; 
months turned into years... 
until a new family came to 
take their place and turn a page in the story. 
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