Meetings

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My great grandmother, a sharecropper, worked long, hot days to live in a two-room house with a dirt floor along with 12 other members of her family.

However, she couldn’t think of anything worse than sitting through a meeting. Today, I understood. It’s like being trapped.

My night ended with a sweet poem by Christina Rossetti.

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