A scene along the Ninnescah River, in southwestern Kansas. “I watched the Ninnescah,” Mike Blair writes. “Its water flowed, and fish broke the surface. Drifting currents showed time in a different way. I understood life in a different way. Then the sky brightened, and it was time to go. When I left, I, too, was different.”


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