Just before you reach Rock City in Kansas, there is a small junkyard. As I was driving, I noticed a number of junkyards throughout the state. They all involved the junk sitting in a field of wheat. This was one of the smaller ones.
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Unlike in more populated places, there is so much land in the middle of Kansas that this heap of junk looked tiny. There were a number of them, far off of the interstate in the middle of open fields, that looked like small blips in a big space. I could just barely tell what they were. I wondered, as I drove through this state, what it’s like to live in a place that has so much open land, a visible horizon line and very few people around.
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