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Small-Town Moms by Janet Tronstad6/11/2023 ![]() When she finished the conversation, she knew her new photography business was as cold and lifeless as anything she could see out this window. ![]() ![]() Twenty minutes ago, she’d pulled off the I-90 freeway outside this town to take a call on her cell phone. But seeing how lonely the gnome looked surrounded by all that withered grass made her eyes tear up so she blinked and concentrated on the window in front of her. In all her thirty-two years, Katrina had always liked winter. The ground was sprinkled with frost and dried mud was splattered on everything from parked cars to that little garden gnome sticking up in someone’s dead lawn. It was supposed to be spring, but winter still had a grip on this tiny town. The handful of houses she saw had their curtains drawn. ![]() Katrina Britton stood looking out the window of the only gas station in Dry Creek, Montana. ![]()
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