Moving to the high prairie was hard in the beginning–it was so different from what I’d known. It took a while to find peace in a big sky, to find my place in the dirt of Colorado. But there is a light in the late afternoon that illuminates the prairie grass and from where I stand, even the dirt looks golden.
Anna Blake, Infinity Farm.
Beautifully written and I love the picture.
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Thanks, I think the sun does this on your part of our prairie, too.
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