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Source:Annie Gowen, THE WASHINGTON POST, 11/16/19
Amber Dykshorn stood at her kitchen window and watched the storm come in. It was a very dark Saturday night in the middle of the summer in the middle of a year that is on track to be the wettest in more than a century. The wind blew over the farm, the rain came down and she heard the ominous pings on her roof - pea-sized hail, striking the still-fragile stalks of the only corn her husband, Chris Dykshorn, was able to plant before he took his own life in June. For moe of this story, click here.
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