Oklahoma reminds me of South Dakota. Sometimes we forget how our places
of birth affect our entire lifehood. I'm on a truck moving to Manhattan
and all I can think of is how much I adore the green rolling hills, tall
belts of trees and ominous clouds.
I will have it someday. With a yard full of dogs, a garden and a
tire-swing from a large tree.
Tuesday, May 29, 2007
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