I carried my anguish across the Mississippi, through the Ohio Valley, and north to western Massachusetts to see my people a year after I had moved away. It was cloudy and rainy the first few days. But even in the gray, the red leaves of burning bush popped like fireworks. If you haven’t spent much time in New England in autumn, you may not be familiar w…
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