| Along the Wide Missouri | ||||||||||||||||||||||||
| The ghosts of pinto ponies gallop here at night. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||
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This is my home. . . far from city lights, far from the bustle of busy streets . . . the only sound at night is the lonely cry of the owl. Or there may be an occasional whipoorwill in the distance. Lonely? No. For the world around me hums during the day with bees, with singing birds in the nearby forest, with a million tiny sounds to fill the silence. . . This is my home | |||||||||||||||||||||||
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