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(by nadya ka)

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I return from the sprawling fields of east-central Minnesota with sleepy eyes, sore dancin’ feet, a pinched back from old-farmhouse-floor sleeping, pink cheeks, hot hands, a belly full of homemade beer at night & big brunches in the morning, & a heart swollen with a weekend’s worth of laughter, songs sung in tandem in cars & in crowds, kisses in childhood bedrooms & along the tree line, and summerscented love.