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59 Early Snow Remember when it snowed early that time? I think it was the fall of ’92. It bent the trees still full of leaves over just like that. My father was in the hospital, far away, having his chest cut open, his heart repaired. That day, he almost didn’t make it. Come spring, we all thought the trees would right themselves, straighten right up. But they didn’t. They never did. This page intentionally left blank. ...

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