| The portal to hell shrouded in the mist... |
| Here comes the sun... |
| The prairie continues to be lush and green |
| Still so much water, welcome after the long drought |
| The supreme beings... |
| Wally's graceful neck |
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| Song sparrow |
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| One of many big ol' fat spiders, their webs bejeweled with tiny beads of mist. All of them were surely dead by that afternoon when the county mowed the ditches |



