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Beached, Brokendown, and Blessed - Ann Lee Miller
The screen door clanged shut on our icy house and I lifted my cheeks for New Smyrna Beach’s kiss of warmth. I rubbed my biceps through my bulky sweater and headed toward Riverside Drive, careful to keep to the sun-heated stretches of pavement. Last night I could see my breath in my room before I …