The light is good here. In October the sun is not so deep overhead and there are long mornings and deep afternoons that give shape to the landscape. There are fields and rolling hills and miles and miles of dirt roads that take you to places little seen. Then there are the towns. Hundreds of them, each with its main street and a few blocks of houses spread around, each unique in its own way, almost all alike in that they are shrinking. Kansas came to life, its American white man’s life in the mid-1800s. Pushing the Indians aside the...
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