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Dogleg Jogs Come in Threes - Ann Lee Miller
The plane set down on the Miami International Airport tarmac. Brakes grabbed below my feet, tamping down our speed. White bulbs winked along the asphalt as the plane hurled forward. But there were no taxiway lights for the sharp turn my life was about to take. Oblivious to the coming change, I tucked away Blue …