Sometimes I paint, day 16

Last night I dreamed of prairies, endless fields of zigzagging corn. Then, rolling fields of sagebrush, miles and miles of windblown land, till the foothills came into view.  The day turned down the lights, put on a sweater, laced up its boots and together, we hiked out to the ridge, and waited for the first star.

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