I still remember moving west as a young girl. We had been living in an extremely urban part of Ohio. The midwest that I remember was towns, trucks, crowded streets, smoke stacks, row after row of towering buildings, and cramped houses.
And then we came to the farm and ranch lands of the west and I saw herd after herd of horses. I knew I had arrived.
This is my kind of America.
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