I love my field. Well, it isn't really MY field, but I think of it that way. I see it as I drive home every day and I see it when I step out my front door. It changes with each season and it can't help being beautiful all year round. Just a few steps away from all of this openness. I try to read books out on my porch but often lower them and just stare at my field. Wouldn't you?
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