Thursday, July 12, 2007

a Midwest summer: beyond the obvious

Wrapped still in thoughts of status and its role in daily life.

Here’s the thing: when you are biking out here, in the Midwest (as I was today), it is oh so easy to miss the dear. You look to the side and you see a field of spent corn stalks or maybe dry grasses. Brown stuff, you say. No, a dear, I say.

[I'm right, aren't I? There is a dear, isn't there?]

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