I love a big sky. Sometimes I dream I am looking off into that big, wide sky from the porch of an old farmhouse in Montana. It feels like freedom.
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| I hang my head out the window, like the little girl I once was... |
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| I wonder if the pot of gold is in that field of alfalfa? |
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| This looks like one of those places in my dreams |
Rainbows too? I never see them when I am out with the camera. This is a pop off the screen shot. Love it.
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