A Family’s Refuge
Aug 03, 2021
2 minutes
By Julia Nunnally Duncan
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On spring nights in my childhood, my father and I sat on our front porch and listened to the high-pitched chorus of tree frogs and the echoing song of whip-poor-wills. We watched for the first lightning bugs to flicker in the dark.
During summer thunderstorms, my father headed
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