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The night we met

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The night we met

I am not the only traveler

Annie Mueller
Aug 2, 2022
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I sat behind a card table in the entryway of the Akins’ home. Hayride night. I had name tag duty.

The night was cool. Every time another family showed up, bumping their way in, with Mom holding a baby and Dad carrying a casserole dish and kids shuffling around, the cool air would sneak in, too and bring the sweet sharp tang of fall into the stuffy foyer…

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