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Good for the farmers

South Dakota gal that I am, or was, whenever it rains I can't help but murmur: Good for the farmers. I'm homesick all the time for the prairie, but also for New York City, even though I live here & appreciate it every day. I sometimes feel like there are several me's, who are full-tilt into poetry, karate, Judaism, this friend & that one, this place & that. Wherever I am, there I am—and there I am not.
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