January 10/365

Nann called her Pog “a restless spirit.” Mary Margaret marveled that the old woman seemed to be getting shorter and rounder all at once. Her black eyebrows still arched over her thin nose, but now her old face seemed to melt into the incredible balloon of her chest and stomach. “How does she stand up?” Mary Margaret wondered, looking at the twig legs encased in support hose.

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