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September has writer heeding an old song
Watching my grandsons scamper across the farmland like billy goats momentarily left me dizzy and displaced, as though somebody – without telling me – sped forward a family movie reel. It was a whole new film, with different children feeding corn to chickens, petting the cow, walking between… Read More
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