By Lynn Bueling
Another Sandvig has come and gone. They take place in the Leonard park which is a nice place to hold it. Our numbers aren't so great anymore, although more could come. But those who do come never seem to be in a hurry to leave.
These two lines open the book Not So Wild a Dream: “The small brown river curved around the edge of our town. The farmers plowed close to...
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