"Ryan, would you grab that spiderweb?" My grandmother said abruptly. We were sitting on an old bench overlooking the Susquehanna River. It was September. I had sprung her from the assisted living home earlier that day.
"Which spiderweb are you talking about, Gram?" I asked her. My eyes were sleepily watching the timeless flow of the big river, the e…
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