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| Reunion in Headlights |
When I was 23, I moved to a small town in the Sierras to teach first grade. Seems like someone else's life. But I still remember getting really lost one night, going to a dinner party. I drove up and down highway 49, and I finally gave up. I called my friends from a gas station down the hill and cried and said I couldn't come. "No! We'll all stand outside and wave!" they told me. There was no more wonderful sight than this wacky group of missfits, waving at me in the forest.
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