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The Meeting

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When Tim Kourtney stopped his sports car at a crossroad, he hinted a smile to himself, slipped the gear lever and headed off nowhere in particular. The summer hills appeared like a Monet painting as he drove, winding on through the undulations, then opening on the flatness of cattle-freckled pastures. The early evening light, golden, bled mixtures of greens and blues through the branches that overhung the road. He had left the highway in search of tranquility…




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Harry Hogg

Harry Hogg

I was born in London, adopted, lived my youth on an island off the coast of Scotland. Now living between Colorado, Missouri, California. I write to be loved

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