The Minnesota Farm Woman

by Chris Quaal Vinson

Apocalypse

The next time our local hospital volunteers have their annual book sale, would someone please distract me so I stay far, far away? It is bad enough that I have to be there on the first day, digging through the stacks for old books, first editions, and best sellers for a mere dollar each. On the last day of the sale, they have the “fill a bag for a buck” special to move the inventory out. The content you are trying to access is only available to members. Sorry.

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