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Southern Minnesota looks like Northern Iowa

Slept in, so I missed market. Mandy got me to the bus on time though; so...

I'm on my way home... ... to pack.

The drama on the bus reminded me of b.a.d. times but it all calmed down. All we need is one clown to make life miserable for everyone else.

Yesterday was quiet. Iowa cornfields aren't too noisy this time of year. The planting is done, whatever's in the field's not high enough to make a sound. The song of the meadowlark is welcome though.

I walked around Mandy's small town. There isn't much there, but I did find a post office and sent a copy of Trash.1 to a friend. It weighs .9 ounces so it costs 44 cents, 98 cents to Europe.

Images of the town: copper birch, scent of iris, moss between brick, flag at half-staff, kids playing ball; linden, oak, a park on Rose Street, lilacs, birdsong, golden star-like sedum, sweet clover, babble of Oxley Creek, pink peonies, orange poppies. The two water towers: hot and cold.

We ate at Lou's in Woodward. The cream rhubarb pie was enticing. I overate. Maybe I should've entered a blog or read some entries; but it was late and I went to sleep in Emily's bed that she gave up for me. Just as well; the bus can be tiring.

Minnesota today; North Dakota after midnight; Montana all day Sunday.

Minneiowa: warm and sunny

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