Don Bauder 7:30 p.m., Aug. 29
When we lived among men with guns
I remember it was noon on a warm and sunny day. The air smelled of food, dust, gun powder, and smoke, just like every day. I was a dusty-haired six-year-old wearing a sticky dress and ...
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