Blog: Seamstress for the Band

Growing up we had no neighbors for miles. Behind us were thick woods and a creek, to the left were corn or soybean fields depending on the season, and to the right was a huge cow pasture. It was fenced so poorly with occasional rusted strings of barbed wire that it was not uncommon to wake up with our entire front yard filled with the bored disdain of ten or fifteen white and black heifers, leisurely chewing on our grass until a farmer would come round them all up and pin them in again. It always disappointed me that they [...]

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