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The Infinite Sky Plain

I live on the edge of the infinite sky plain dirt meets the horizon dirt meets the sky you can see all the way to the sky with nothing blocking your view that is how vast and open this land is that I call the infinite sky plain when the crop comes in it is low to the ground and you can still see all the way to the sky there is a plain white butterfly that dances among the green and red as you look across the crop you see them at regular intervals it is like they have each staked out their own territory but in a polite way they are plain white and the crop is simply green and red but the dirt with these three simple colors is pretty in the heat of the central valley sunset I used to be afraid of such huge and open spaces it was like there was too much space for my eye to see all at once but the plain white butterflies gave me something upon which my eye could focus and the vast emptiness of the all the open space around me went away

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