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The Blood in the Beams
The Blood in the Beams The summer storm tore across the valley with a violent, rhythmic fury, rattling the loose windowpanes of our century-old…
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Forty-One Thousand Miles of Lies
Forty-One Thousand Miles of Lies Forty-one thousand miles. That is the distance a vehicle must travel to circle the earth, cross the Atlantic, and…
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The Final Measure
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The $9,200 Secret of Silver Oaks My mother, Evelyn, was a force of nature. Even at eighty-five, she ran her local garden club with…
The Echoes of Lake Blue Ridge
The Echoes of Lake Blue Ridge Every June, my husband, Brent, took ten-day “bass fishing trips” to Lake Blue Ridge. We were married for…
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