PHOTO: MORE COWS DOING THEIR COW THINGStill. Since I've been back I've dreamed about being in Montana, or riding (Western) and what life might be like and the people and the feelings and the sagebrush more nights than not. Last night was probably the most abstract version of any of these dreams, and my dreams have a pretty good record for narrative structure. I wonder if the fact that everything was so fragmented means it's escaping, this Montana-ness. I hope not. I desperately hope not.
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