So come home along the dusty hickory-shaded ruts with scotch broom ablaze and orchards rising behind the sharp green of berry fields. Come on ahead if you can, with your fractures and played out luck, your shoes that have forgotten and had to be carried. Come with...
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- Special reflections from Anne Snyder