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I close my eyes and can remember Grandma's hands as they gently stroked my head and lulled me to sleep. Those hands swept the hair out off my face and held me close as we rocked. The front room's blue carpeting swirled in a Berber pattern that looked like floral puffs swelling up from the floor. The afternoon sun played across that carpet as we rocked in and out of shadows. Grandma's hands were hardworking hands, but they never showed their wear. Her nails were of a medium le