{"id":1947,"date":"2014-11-11T03:05:00","date_gmt":"2014-11-11T03:05:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/mywalkabout.net\/2014\/11\/11\/the-dusty-roads-of-iowa"},"modified":"2017-09-16T06:18:38","modified_gmt":"2017-09-16T12:18:38","slug":"the-dusty-roads-of-iowa","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/mywalkabout.net\/?p=1947","title":{"rendered":"the dusty roads of Iowa"},"content":{"rendered":"
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A pile of leaves has met it’s end among the muck and mud of Mother earth. I cradle them in my arms before tossing them lightly in the breeze.<\/div>\n
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Small ponies run scared from an unknown and unseen intruder. A lone sheep joins the frenzy whilst I observe from a rotting fence post. The clouds move slowly past row after row of corn and still water….you know the kind.<\/p>\n

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An empty and dusty road in the twilight of evening. I rev the engine and disappear into the dust of sunset, outracing the past toward the future…..<\/p>\n

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as I find meaning along the dusty roads of Iowa.
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