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I recall that morning. Everything was misty grey: the gravel road that kicked dust from the tires, the clouds above us, her sweatshirt adorned with the words, ‘Carmel- by-the-sea.’ We were so far north of Carmel. Desperate for a break, hoping to convince myself, fears are paper tigers come to play, I’d left the city […]

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