The Bald And the Bountiful
We saw No. 1 before we even got to the place. There it was, cutting perfect parabolas out of the morning sky, God's own kite swooping and dipping joyously over the pine trees that line Route 335. Not too long ago, this alone would have been enough to pull the car over, call in to a radio station,...
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Publicado: 2007-01-17 Proveedor: Washington Post
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