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42 At Spirit Lake Where a million white butterflies flicker in purple vetch, stray sunflowers edge asphalt and cornfields, the road dips, curves south and wheat meets the horizon in an embrace of ripeness. Against a deepening sky, stands of weeping willow hold throngs of red-winged blackbirds whose cries pierce the summer sky and make headless windmills long to sing. ...

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