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1966 At 9:00 a.m. her shadow lies halfway across the red graveled asphalt street – a dusty beige etching of roof line and chimney. When rain caresses her shingles, floods her gutters, floats the sparrow’s nest tucked in the southeast corner gutter, the house rests quietly. She draws herself up to... Sign in to see full entry.