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Botany, philosophy on the farm
Kathy Bradley new WEB
Kathy Bradley
It was a gift from Daddy’s friend Frank Simmons when we first moved out to Adabelle in 1974. It was supposed to be — “supposed to be” taking on the colloquial Southern meaning of “presented with the understanding and belief that it was” — a silver-leaf maple. It didn’t take long for everybody concerned to figure out that it wasn’t, like a lot of things, what it was made out to be.
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