In the hazy fields of a country town, there lies the home of my parents. I love coming home to this house. Its located on the very edge of a town of only 300 people. Only a few miles down the road, is a lake. In the morning, I will walk out the front door and look to my left. There to greet me will be an endless expanse of corn and wheat. I’ve been to Africa and I’ve arrived at a new appreciation of the beauty of America. I truly love this land.

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I have been writing on the web since 2000. I am a christian , a photographer, an occasional poet, a recovering dreamer, an occasional philosopher, a software developer, an autodidact, and i resemble the INFP personality type.

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