July 2, 2026
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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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