Dear Farm Journal,
The current of the Kickapoo has been flowing through my thoughts, beckoning me to her banks, until I could resist her charm no longer. Sunbeams glisten on the surface and reflect onto the towering rock walls. Cedar waxwings glide and dip along the watercourse on creamy wings. I relax into the ways of the water and stare at the sky.

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