Gertrud had a small bundle of her pamphlets left to deliver. It was nearing 7pm and a shroud of darkness was descending upon the city. She knew she should have started earlier, but it couldn’t be helped. An icy wind was flapping at her coat and whipping her hair about. A rumble of thunder rakedContinue reading “Fran Collins: Missed It By Minutes”
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