in Colby Kansas…

The great plains of the midwest always leave my pensive, thoughtful and somewhat sad. The people that live in such isolation lends to an overbearing weight that holds you down. I can’t stay more than a few days or I’d drown where I lay.

I get caught staring out a window, only watching the sky for hours. The music plays softly in my head as I dream of home whilst in the empty space.

Wench, bring my ale, what say you?

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