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In a Montana Hayfield One Summer. by Abby Ripley

STANDING in the FIELD early in the haying season / Filling my lungs with the musty, dusty, earthy / Smell of drying alfalfa / Is a childhood memory alive within me today. / / Each summer the realization of the hard work / That lay before me was redeemed by the first / Gulp of warm air I inhaled / That infused every cell in my body and brain.
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