The Only Certain Thing
I come from a town where the wind is the only thing that moves with any purpose. Wichita. The sky goes on forever and the buildings are low and the people are quieter than they have any right to be. The plains stretch out in every direction like a held breath, flat and gray and indifferent, and I have been standing in that indifference for twenty-six years without quite knowing what to do with...
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