Every year,
when spring arrived
Grandma cleaned house.
She went about it methodically,
room by room
removing the dust of winter
(not that there was much dust to remove).
She opened the windows
to let in the fresh air
or, perhaps,
letting out the closed up feeling
that settles in a house in winter.
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