One can argue that your roots are planted in so many places that it’s hard to know where those roots started.
This past week I’ve had the luxury of getting lost in what many people call no man’s land, Northwest Nebraska, the Sandhills of Nebraska.
Highways that are called “Bridges to Buttes,”
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