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Handsome widower in his fifties with short graying hair, a trimmed gray beard and warm brown eyes standing on the catwalk of a wooden fire lookout tower above endless mountains at golden hour

For 94 Days I Talked to Her Every Night on a Fire Lookout Radio. I Didn’t Know What She Looked Like. On the Last Day of the Season, She Said She Was Coming Up the Mountain

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I spend every summer alone in a fire lookout tower at 7,000 feet in the Idaho wilderness. My only contact with the world is a radio. That summer, the woman on the other end of it had a laugh I couldn’t stop thinking about, and a reason she never told me for why she was alone too.

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Handsome man in his late forties with light brown hair, short beard and blue eyes standing by a wooden fence in a green Utah valley with mountains behind him at golden hour

I’m Allergic to Bees. Deathly Allergic. So Naturally I Agreed to Spend the Summer Helping the Beekeeper Next Door Save 2 Million of Them

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Two years ago, a single bee sting put me in the hospital for three days. I carry two EpiPens everywhere. Then a widowed beekeeper moved onto the farm next to mine in Cache Valley, Utah, a hailstorm wrecked her hives, and she needed a strong pair of hands for one summer. Mine were the only ones available.

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Handsome carriage driver in his fifty years with silver hair, a short silver beard and warm hazel eyes wearing a white shirt and suspenders beside a big gray draft horse on a cobblestone street in Charleston at golden hour

A Woman Booked My Carriage in Charleston Every Morning for Seven Days, and Every Morning She Asked Me to Drive Past the Same House. On the Last Day, She Told Me Whose House It Was

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I drive a horse-drawn carriage through the historic streets of Charleston. Tourists, honeymooners, bachelorette parties. Then a woman from Chicago booked me for a private tour, every morning, at seven, for a week. She never looked at the mansions. She only wanted to go down one little street and stop in front of one little yellow house.

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