One thing you never forget, growing up in northern North Dakota, is the relentless wind.
On a visit home, recently, I caught myself staring at the windmill in our back yard.
I could not remember ever seeing it so still. Even the frost was able to rest on its blades.
On a visit home, recently, I caught myself staring at the windmill in our back yard.
I could not remember ever seeing it so still. Even the frost was able to rest on its blades.
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