My Nana came off the boat from Ireland at the age of 14.
She broke her heel coming down the gangway.
Somehow everything turned out all right in that Year of the Crow.
The native of the West refused to pinpoint the date.
We thought the Year of the Crow had something to do with Chinese Astrology.
Nana loved us more than the moon and the stars.
All of the thirteen cousins.
We were her family.
We still are.
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