Samuel’s High Places is the only warm patch of sun on a dusty bedroom rug and the sting of motor oil through the dash after the heat kicks in an hour later; maybe you’ve been here a year too long. Maybe not. You forget what there is to recommend the place, but sometimes summers you get to remember. Out where monochrome clapboard finds transcendence in t…
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