| In late summer, as hot August winds dry out the prairie grasses, the land appears to be parched and barren, however... In the blink of an eye, a thunderstorm rises up on the horizon and buffalo grass that appeared to be dead, lifts bright spires to the sky in honor of moisture that comes all too infrequently.
The magnificent beauty of the prairie brings a miracle of life to the earth, and a smile to the hearts of those who live here. Our experience of life understands the triumph of a gentle rain, blessing the land, and the struggle of drought.
Life isn't about the result, it's how you face the event.
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