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The Golden Journey by Agnes Sligh Turnbull

If only my high school pals could see me now!!! There I was a punk of a kid, growing up in West Virginia, long hair, and wisp of a mustache with a cigarette hanging off my lips. I’d start every … Continue reading

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The Flowering by Agnes Sligh Turnbull

I can never thank my local library enough for their regular cleaning out of old books, and selling them to folks like me. The other day, the little old lady at the desk…(she’s really not old, but she is little,) … Continue reading

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