I felt small under Mount Rushmore. The immensity of the sky stretched all around me, clouds shifting, darkening, lightening, growing. The grasses danced under the sun celebrating the flowers and trees, dust gathered, pooling and twirling behind the tires on the scratchy dirt. I felt small under Mount Rushmore and the big midwestern sky.

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