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I Thought it Said “Prairie”

And I was excited. I thought it meant gophers, and forever views. And that bleached all-colour, colour of dry grass. Toddlers in blue jeans. Dust, and trucks and distant blue mountains, wind, sun, and crickets. Barbed wire gates that you have to drag, then lever with all your weight to close. I thought of great […]