Soul Sisters in the Twin Cities, Part 2 *25th*
Monday, September 6th – I fanned the pack out. And there it was. Staring back at me. The king of the draft table. The one card I wanted to see: Wild Griffin.
Sunlight flitted in and out of the room as the air conditioning unit blew the curtain open and closed. The rattles and whirs of the machine were…
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