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Jane McDill Anderson



Spring finally came. Blackbirds, spraddle-legged on the grass, poked it for grubs, and the high-school track team, their bare legs, some hairy, all pumping hard, began to run through the town. Below the great bridge across the Hudson River, the fis [...]

Anxieties and Assurances

Their good friend, who had been ill for some time, died late one night, and they were notified early the next morning. Ethan had been a fair, humorous man, and they had been devoted to him. He was the first of their age group to die. After they wer [...]