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  • One day a friend and I were driving through the countryside. It was mixed farmland and forest.

    Now and then there would be a fallow farm field...overgrown with weeds.

    As we passed one of these fields, my friend said, "How beautiful!"

    "What? That field? It's just a field of weeds," I said.

    "I know," she said. "Isn't it just wildly beautiful?"

    Such fields were very familiar to me from as early as I can remember. So much so that I didn't really notice them any more.

    Perhaps I never had noticed them. Until that moment with her.

    [Photo by Barbara, Minneapolis, Minnesota, June 2012]
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