On Saturday, shortly after I crossed the Iowa border, I started crying. Not a sad or depressed cry...a relieved-almost happy cry. I didn't realize I missed Iowa. I guess I did, and I was happy to be back. I'd forgotten how big cows were and how cute the calves are-there were a lot of calves. I'd forgotten how *windy* it is without buildings and
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