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Dakota Christmas
Joseph Bottum, First Things
. . . Her hair was the same thin shade of gray as the weather-beaten pickets of the fence around her frozen garden. She had a way with horses, and she was alone on Christmas Eve. . . .
Posted by: Mike 2007-12-25 |
http://www.rantburg.com/poparticle.php?ID=215303 |
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