Grandmother Hankins loved Iris. She planted hundreds and often ordered rare varieties from overseas. For many years after she died the Iris stopped blooming. In the last year or so they started blooming again. No one knows why... I often walk. I have walked hundreds of times, sometimes overseas. Last month I did not walk as much. But in the past few days I have started walking more. I don't know why. My walks are not as pretty as an Iris. Grandmother Hankins loved me anyway.
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