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“And then one day we found ourselves in a cornfield. After that it seemed like the whole world was made of corn. It was just the same cornfield over and over. I got to thinking that we'd suddenly be out of it and the Manhattan skyline would pop right up on the other side. But that never happened. The corn went on forever. But eventually we hit the slave state of Missouri, with its constant panorama of rural beauty.”

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Book:Wrong Planet - Searching for your Tribe
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Book:Big Muddy Blues: True Tales and Twisted Politics Along Lewis and Clark's Missouri River
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