Junction City, Kansas, 1942
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Babe.
It's the night after the full moon. The sky is still bright and the stars do not hide their faces. The wind is as fierce as a lion's roar and as sharp as broken glass. It steals your breath away as it caresses your skin and tangles your hair. It carries the chirp of crickets and the symphony of gutteral frog songs. You close your eyes and try desperately to regain your breath. Sweet air fills your nose. Your lungs expand and the wind grands you life again. As you exhale, the wind vanishes. Its cool, steady touch is replaced by air that is entirely too still. A heat wave rolls over you, erasing all memory of the wind. The air is thick and sticky, like molasses in your lungs. You feel the hairs on the back of your neck raise, and your skin prickles. You start to sweat as a shiver runs down your spine. The crickets have stopped their song. The frogs never were.
You know you are not alone.
Something walks in the wheat field. You feel its gaze. It stalks closer, but all you see is a glimpse of a shadow. What happened to the moonlight? Your hands shake, palms clamy. You try to get another glimpse. But all you see is jagged movement: its joints bending in impossible ways. The crickets let out one thunderous chirp before silence falls again.
You can't breathe.
It's getting closer.
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Windmills at Night, AKA “The Glowing Red Eyes of Kansas”
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Heavenly Pleasures sign next to the verse we learned in church
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We do a lot of traveling around the Western and Central parts of the US and these two pins are sort of a celebration of that. Going East or going West, the world's a truly beautiful place.
These were both made as a part of our monthly Pin Club but can now be found among our special edition pins and are only available to the public while supplies last!
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"breathin' in the poison of the paint"
photos from marysville, kansas
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