blueberry muffin

My grandmother was a quiet little powerhouse like the blueberry. Little as in about 4’10” and quiet like a warm breeze. When she looked at you, there was always a sparkle in her eyes. She was very interested in health and what was good for one’s nutrition and as much herbal tea as she drank, it was always prepared meticulously with one ice cube so as to not burn her…
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