Sunday before last, my family had a two-and-a-half hour drive home from a small get-together. We were heading west at sunset, hardly an enviable position for the driver, but beautiful for passengers like myself who like to waste time gazing idly out the car windows. The sun was on our left at first, and a glance at the windshield showed…
J. Grace Pennington
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