I must admit, I have a hard time keeping my eyes on the road as I drive through Western Colorado, the land where I was born and raised, in late October.
How many shades of beige can there possibly be, I ask myself as I gaze out across the quilt of grasses, cattails, corn, and hay-stu…
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