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Ashes: A Short Story
Ashes: A short story

The early mornings of the weekend were when Harry was most at home in his adopted city but also when he most longed for the prairie. He had grown up in a farm town of 1,600 people in North Dakota and, like most boys there, loved sledding on Sanish Hill in the winter and swimming in Fisher's Pond in the summer. He liked the firm crunch of boots on leaden snow on a crystal clear night in the dead of winter and treasured that first gulp of ice tea after working in the fields of summer.

His daughter teased him that he was a romantic, and she could not understand how he ever survived on the prairie. “It's so ...

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