Sixty-three Year Old Widow Refused to Hide Her Gray Hair at Work

door clicked shut behind me as I stepped out onto the back porch.

The autumn air was crisp, carrying the sharp scent of wet earth and the last of the fallen oak leaves from the neighbor’s yard.

Down by the fence, the small patch of garden looked bare, but beneath the dark soil, the yellow tulip bulbs were settled for the cold months ahead.

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