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She loved the wide open plains of Kansas. When the walls of her house starting closing in, when every inch of her life was filled to capacity with toys and boxes and pots and pans that didn’t fit right, she sought the refuge beyond her door. The turquoise sky waited, wide and empty. It beckoned her to forget about a life that was too tightly stuffed, it promised space for all her dreams. She sunk down into the dancing grass, letting the wind tickle the blades against her skin. Here, she could get lost in the girth of the land. Here, she was small, nearly invisible. Closing her eyes, she breathed in the scent of the whole wide world, and wished herself up into that blue expanse, if only for a while.

The endless horizon stretched around her, and she could reach forever and never touch it all.

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