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I've heard it told that the corn field is where the secrets grow. That down, towards the earth, concealed by rows and rows of crop, fibs, rumors and fabrications split the ground like weeds. And there they lay, hidden, until someone lost in the maize finds them and trips(more)
One Thing I Want To Wish Into The Corn Field

1. Myself. I have it all figured out, if I wish myself out into the corn field* I will then have peace and quiet and will be able to write to my hearts content. I will also be(more)
Two lanes of evergreen trees were separated by a river of gravel that was called a driveway. The gravel flowed back towards a large, cozy house filled with memories and the smell of old people. Back behind that was a barn that, in their younger years, they had transformed(more)