Beyond the protected tallgrass prairie are cornfields, cut down to the soil for winter, like when a dog gets shaved at the vet for surgery. The crows have finished picking through the dead corn stalks and are up in trees looking down at the deer who sprint across the fields in a panic. I stopped and watched through this barbed wire fence. The land I stood on must mourn for the loss of these neighboring acres.
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