The Dew Point and Purple Coneflowers
. . .This country was mostly wild pasture and as naked as the back of your hand . . . So the country and I had it out together and by the end of the first autumn, that shaggy grass country had gripped me with a passion I have never been able to shake. It has been the happiness and the curse of my life. — Willa Cather
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August 22, 2015
