Waiting at night in front of Kinsolving, in the yellowed lamplight glow is one of my fondest, most bittersweet memories.
One wonders how many men share these memories, intersected in space but diverging in time?
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Waiting at night in front of Kinsolving, in the yellowed lamplight glow is one of my fondest, most bittersweet memories.
One wonders how many men share these memories, intersected in space but diverging in time?
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The Man With No Name
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