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Field of Dreams

It felt like a ride in Michigan.
An autumn day when the leaves change colors. Crisp.
Engulfed by corn along an industrial corridor. Lights from Chinatown.
I wanted to drink mulled cider and eat cake doughnuts.
I missed the howling wind and the noise of the horses pulling the hayride wagon.
I looked over the bridges and river imagining the canoes on the Huron.

http://www.notacornfield.info/

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By Shay Wiessler-Sanchez – October 4, 2005

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  1. NoMan says

    I love those cornfields!!! Strange sight along the river: factories, graffiti, trains, smog….and beautiful corn!!!
    Anyone know who it belongs to/where it goes??

    October 4, 2005, 7:39 pm
  2. IMBG says

    http://notacornfield.info

    October 6, 2005, 6:10 am

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