Comely was the town by the curving river, this dry and dusty Mecca of dreams, this stretch of American heartland sweltering in the heat of another endless summer. A town like this stays in your blood long after you’re gone; you’ll always be glancing in the rearview mirror for one last glimpse of a white church spire. Your eye will always catch on that lopsided road sign, waiting lead you home.

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