This part of an on-going series called A God Thing, reflections from a small patch of prairie north of Columbia, Missouri.
When I was in junior high I started to take walks into the woods. Living in the country but not on a farm meant you had little to do at times and no one to commune with. I was the only child in our family, so the monotony of my day c…
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