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  • In the evenings, after the neighbors had put in the cows, I walked down to the pasture to wander the tracks with the camera and a sandwich stuffed into the pockets of an old Army coat. The grass was dusty and the dirt had dried and split into cracks wide enough to fit fingers into. I stopped at the lowest point I could find near a pile of discarded tires. A breeze rattled the grasses and a squadron of geese glided in formation like the advance of low jets. To the west, the sun dipped lower, shading the underside of clouds in pinks and purples.

    At the lowest point in the Valley, the sky comes booming down to the earth and when you look straight up into the blue-ness it can feel like you're at the center of a marble; you can almost see the curvature of the earth's crust at the corner of your eyes. Lie on your back and stare straight up and you'll feel like you can fall into it.
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