by Pat Stephenson
We all have a yearning to go back home once more. He stood there alone until the chill brought back his sense; gazing at the farmhouse, a barn, and a string of fence that stretched away yonder to where the Platte River flows beyond where the Rockies are covered year round with snows. The scene has come full circle, like a play that never ends. Caught in an infinite wrinkle, this is the message it sends; we can look back on our past and what has shaped our way. It's merely played with another cast, it's just another day.
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