It's My Turn Now
Byline: Kirsten Miller It was like any other hot, late summer afternoon. The air was thick, the trees dripping with the sap of lush foliage and brilliant blooms. Steamy, humid. We had decided to go to...
View ArticleByline: Kirsten Miller It was like any other hot, late summer afternoon. The air was thick, the trees dripping with the sap of lush foliage and brilliant blooms. Steamy, humid. We had decided to go to...
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