He appeared from the rolling hills of the countryside. Among the maples, cedars, cottonwoods. The deep thuds of pumping oil wells. His days of exploration, scaling barbed-wire fences, throwing two-seamers. Always afraid to miss out. Fascinated. Infatuated. Fully immersed. Never sheltered, the son of a worldly traveler, the son of a blue-collar splicer. Learned, open-minded, …
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