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Waiting for the Miracle a memoir in essays
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I barely remember this, but when I was a boy, there was a giant oak tree in our backyard. The kind you try to hug but can’t get your arms around. Every year, my mother would bring her third grade homeroom class on a field trip to our house to picnic under it and talk about the farm.... |
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