A farmers’ yard light is a tiny speck lost in the immensity of a field of corn stubble barely illuminated by a glorious dawn.

So it is with all of us, mere specks in the immensity of all that is.



It is remarkable that this former schoolhouse has survived a wave of old building knockdowns intended to open up another one fifth acre of cropland.

While I’m glad it has survived to this time, I cannot help wondering how much longer its charmed life will continue,

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