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“It was twenty-six years ago, February 7th, that I saw him. He sat alone, at the end of the bar, his long fingers wrapped loosely around his sweating glass. He seemed to be interested in nothing more than its contents…His dark Native American features sparked a curiosity. I noticed him steal a glance as I nervously, crossed and uncrossed my legs…”

In Still Remembering…, Shari continues her search for memories lost in the shadows of…

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