It must have been the Prairie air, the open space and Mom’s homemade bread. It must have been. For the first time in many many years, I get to enjoy my days and nights thinking about nothing. Yes, thinking about nothing.
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All these years I have been extremely busy thinking about something all the time. Anything at anytime. Never nothing. Always something. But now, here… though I am still actively thinking all the time, I am not bound to any particular thought at a time. I deal with one thought when I have to. Even then, I haven’t really had to.
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It is, for lack of a newer and a more bombastic word… a bliss! Just like being out there in the fields of gold, the Prairie bed.
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A bliss.
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So who painted my moon black?
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Questa è Enida 
breathtakingly beautiful! i am imagining i am the laura ingalls running through the prairie!
Oh Emila! Little House On The Prairie tu memang tak pernah miss. Melissa Gilbert punya tocang was my trademark lah dari Darjah Satu sampai Darjah Tiga.
My ‘Laura’ Kitreena had a great time at Grandma Johnson’s farm baru ni. Although, I would have actually preferred it if makbonda kasik dia lepas bebas sikit dalam ladang. My makbonda ni jenis pembersih. Me Monchies nak gi pijak rumput pun tak boleh sebab berdebu (it has been really dry). Monchies mostly were only allowed playing kat atas tarmac and deck. But being kids… bila Grandpa pegi farm, anak itik pun ikut lah, tak berlengah lagi. Hah, pijak segala rumput, tanah kebun, puntung gandum, suka hati toknek dia!