Monday, May 17

Time For Love

The sun rises over the flat prairie land and anticipation is in the air. The grass sways as the dust from the last truck settles back into its place along the dirt road. The day came. Even though there were points in which it felt it never would. Here, with the balloons tied to the end of the row, the wind comes to a still. not even the ribbons on the programs are being moved. This is it. Time for love.

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