Letting Go

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It was cold at the Black Rocks, but it was usually cold in Marquette in October. I tried to huddle further into my black corduroy jacket as the wind whipped around me and everyone else. We were standing in line behind a black SUV as wet, semi-snowflakes fell from rolling gray clouds. When I reached the front, I held out my hands as Jim

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