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Saints and Poets
She had the worst job in the house and about three hundred poems, and in a lot of them God is at the other end of the grindstone.
The grindstone is the thing to picture, because almost everything she wrote comes off it.
A household mill is two heavy round stones. You sit on the floor. You feed grain into the hole in the top stone with one hand, and turn it by a wooden peg with the other.
The rest of this story, read aloud, and a new one every day.