The Wind Through the Trees
/I did my best to make the most of my childhood…
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…the middle of May, the lilacs along my driveway are in full bloom and, as always, they remind me of Aunt Arlene. She had a row of lilacs that ran all along the southern section of her yard. Well, it wasn’t exactly “her yard”, or Uncle Bud’s either. The farm, the yard, and almost everything else around the place actually…
By K. L. Shipley
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