Bree, the eight-year-old daughter of my niece Nicole, was riding shotgun with me one day in Tink's pick-up truck. We were in foothills of the mountains headed to a Sunday afternoon baptizing in the Chattahoochee River. I turned the truck onto a road that runs through a gorgeous, large farm.
The city slickers
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