The mosses that grew on her patios and walkways changed color afterward.

And her moods were endless, so much so that when we came over, we would ban her from her own house. And she would wander and pace outside, fingering the edge of her appliance and inspecting the mosses. Or lichens. She liked to tell us the difference, but for her the difference changed every time.

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