(The Visitation, Part 1) It had been a long, vain night for Miguel Sanchez as he half-waited, half-snoozed at the airport taxi stand. Oh, the Lubbock International Airport had seen its share of traffic – late night/early morning arrivals, followed by friends, family and lovers leaving arm-in-arm. Or arm-in-tow as rolling luggage large and small [...]
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