White warriors posted in the wind, arms moving like synchronized swimmers to a symphony of corn husks and diesel engines. I see them towering in the distance like watchful giants of a fairy tale once told. I am so small and insignificant when standing next to them, these monoliths woven into the heartland’s quilted fields….

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