CANDLESANDMIRRORS
The sun flickered between the rows as we drove slowly by. Tall, tan stalks stood in perfect formation. Each spire sported a pointy sunburst, the dry flower of the tassel. Long tapered cylinders clothed in tawny jackets hung heavily from the thick stems.All at once Dad pulled the car to the side of the road. He was out the door, down the ditch and between the barbed wires quicker than we ...
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