My sister, Alexandria, agreed to travel with me to see the Moyer
House, but we seemed to be having a bit of trouble finding it.
We were in a hurry, for the sun was beginning its late afternoon
descent. I was feeling a bit frantic, as we had been driving for
a long while past fields and barns, cows and sheep, desperately
looking...
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