Tuesday, March 6, 2007

A Lorax Moment

Yesterday I stood in our lunch room looking out of the large plate-glass windows toward the west. Concrete and brick and buildings and roads all the way to the horizon.

"See anything good?" someone asked as they walked in.

"I was just thinking. That--all of that--was once just prairie grass and sky."

"Yep, and lots of Indians."

"I'll bet it was beautiful."

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