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Anemochory

There have been 10 summer goodbyes since that first Briar Haven drop off.  The last nine didn’t matter much.  This one: It’s a syrupy July night — morning, technically, close to 2 a.m.. It’s just Mary and me, driving along in the 2009 Rav4 that makes concerning sounds when I brake; a thumpda-dump-dump beat that’s […]