The roar of cicadas, the rush of wind between corn stalks, distant cries of mourning doves, I find it hard to be nostalgic towards a time as horrible as middle school, but it's media like this that reminds me of better memories from that era.
I will return, someday, and watch the crop duster cut its way through the skies above the wheat fields, as I have a million times before during recess.
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