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Good Samaritans do not always succeed on the road

In the dim light of evening the figure shuffling ahead was dark and shrouded by his own hood and thick coat. It was 5:15 p.m. on a Saturday evening, mid-winter. A thin skiff of snow had fallen. My mountain bike … Continue reading

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