It's only 11" by 11" but it holds my whole heart. This is my farm. It floods me with memories of my dad who loved to drive those Iowa roads and look at crops. It brings back thunderstorms on hot, humid nights, and lights in farmhouses from 35,000 feet. My cornfield has black Iowa soil. It's earnest and generous; it informs my wholesome rootstock. That soil makes me breathe deeply, just thinking about it.
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