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I'm trying to tell something about empty farm fields broken by fall and the half-light of sun cafes in town with only a gas station, church and bar I'm trying to say something about loneliness about the crack of pale yellow cornstalks in the middle of September in Minnestoa. - Natalie Goldberg
We had a corral like this with a wooden fence, old wooden buildings... the cows were either in the corral or in the field. When we were younger our cousins came over and we had a little rodeo where the rode the bigger calves and all chased after a greased pig. We also had a couple horses which everyone who came to our place liked to ride.