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Robyn heard her grandmother's voice so distinctly that it almost took her breath away. She had stopped by her grandparent's old farmhouse, now vacant, on her way to the nursing home to visit her ailing grandfather.
Easily locating the front door key in it's hiding place above the window frame, Robyn had opened the door and stepped inside, almost expecting to find her grandmother standing at the kitchen table kneading bread dough or frosting cookies.
She'd left the door hanging open behind her, only planning to stay a few minutes to have a look around at the rooms filled with memories of summers spent there when she was young.
Sitting down on the dusty old sofa in the parlor she heard the gentle laughter of the grandma she loved dearly and she couldn't help but smile; Grandma had passed away seven years ago, but clearly she had come to join her for a visit today.
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