Just me, my little family and a whole lot of empty space where our support system used to be. As we drove away in the moving van, I ugly-cried into a gas station napkin. How would I stay part of their ...
Arizona Highways filled its entire August 1975 edition to utopian visions of solar energy. And it had almost nothing to do ...
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