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In my mind, my father has always been connected with newspapers; sections were passed back and forth, the turnings of pages were important sounds in my house. Clippings were saved, often for reasons not apparent. A perfectly nice day could be ruined if the paper didn't arrive on time. No matter where I live, I still subscribe.
I rode The Palmetto to Georgia; stay tuned for more trains on the loom.
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