A Sparkle And A Limp

          A sparkle and a limp, treasure worn on a worn head. A sparkle and a limp, the glimmer seen, the struggle too. A sparkle and a limp, still this would not hold her down, keep her from remembering whimsy, joy, and worth, limping down the street to wherever she was going to; this older woman who wanted to change her circumstances. Change them through a jewel-encrusted winter stocking hat worn unashamedly as she limped her way slowly down the road of life in another day for her. 

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