from the passenger seat i watched the corn fields speed by, miles and miles of spent and golden stalks crackling against a washed out sky and in an instant it took me back, back, back to my Ohio childhood, where the corn rustles and sways with a cool autumn wind that blows eternally in my mind
spanishwoods 
Wonderful thoughts Sylvia. ❤️
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thank you John
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Lovely photo and Midwest memory!🙂
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thanks so very much
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It still does that here. 🙂
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🙂
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Beautiful, Sylvia. ❤
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thank you Eliza
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It can be a treat when a scene from the present triggers a happy memory from the past, Sylvia. –Curt
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yes, that’s very true curt 🙂
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Very evocative image and words.
Regards Thom
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thank you Thom
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