By: babette09

Mar 05 2012

Category: Uncategorized

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How many times will she need to drive up the ramp? How many more exits will she pass? The blue river bubbling under the bridge, the seamless acres of crops, and finally, she’ll be in the town of her youth. The old horse cart will click across the cobbled street, the apple juice will be lifted to her lips, and memories will sizzle in her brain.

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