To Wisconsin a deep and lasting love
To Wisconsin, a deep and lasting love
The glorious blaze of the sun falling behind the trees, or towering metallic grain silos, maybe two chickens on the side of a hill, or those endless thick fields of fog. I have spent almost four years in Wisconsin, and every day it grows more varied and beautiful, more strange and deeply complex.
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Sun Above the Driftless
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Evening Purple
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The Last Summer Blue
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The Clouds Hung Weightless Over the Farm
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Red Skies Forever and Ever
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Spirit Lake Mirror
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Every Red Barn
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Green House on Briar Bluff
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Evening Glow
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Remembered Magic
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Another Version of Yellow
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Nothing Happens All Day
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The Light Around the Edges
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Silos
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The View over the Cliff
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Fields of Goldenrod
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Bathers
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Mist Over the Trees
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Mirrors to the Sky
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Another Endless Blue
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Every Leaf Lays Waiting
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Waiting Around
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Night Veil
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Slack Grey Clouds
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Many Seemingly Impossible Things
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Tension
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Striking Over the Hills
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Sun Behind the Dark Clouds