I "helped"my mum make bow ties for my wedding. By 'helped', I mean that I sat and talked and visited while she drafted the pattern and cut fabric. I really didn't do much... but boy. Is it nice to be home!
I can never full express how much I love the prairie. Yesterday morning I walked out onto the prairie grass. The wind tangled my hair around the alfalfa flowers that I'd placed in my locks. I listened to the silence of the land, touching flowers and collecting sage. The buzz of mosquitoes and the mud on my boots are flaws that are barely flaws. I miss this place. It captures my soul and makes me want to have that ground beneath my feet forever.
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