Neil O. Nelson

The paradox of the prairie existence.

I’ve never had a problem telling others of my existence on the prairie.

When I found myself attempting to describe in detail why I chose to live here, on the prairie, I found it to be bothersome, especially after so long; so I don’t bother so much anymore.

Matters little, really; most of those I defended North Dakota to are either gone, no longer care or have accepted my reasoning.

But there was the day when the conversation would go something like this: 

You live where there are tall buildings and few trees; I live where there are no tall buildings and not as many trees as you would think. 

You’re surrounded by people, crowded in a population you know little of. We often have to reach out or shout to be seen or heard but we know everything about our town and the people who live here.

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