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Another Year, Another Year

A cold night fell on a quiet city in a quiet county, in a quiet state. No one ever really thinks about Ohio, and no one ever really thinks about the tiny towns, cities, and metroplexes that make it. Almost … Continue reading

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The New Age, The Old Age

We used to call it the “food museum.” It was a tall, oak cabinet that felt like it stood just as tall as the tree it was cut from. Towering over the kitchen with grandeur, even though it’s use was … Continue reading

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