A Quiet Evening with Sorin and Bryant

Reclining precariously in his low slung camp chair, the two back legs digging into the denuded soil, Sorin looked out across the clearing and over the trees around his remote cabin, deep in the wooded foot hills of the brisk, Appalachian mountains. At...

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