In the quiet town of Brookfield, Kansas, mornings arrived with a soft, unhurried rhythm. The sun would gradually lift over the flat, endless plains, casting long. Warm rays across modest brick buildings and the occasional oak tree lining the streets. The town was small, perhaps too small to be noticed on any map. Yet it was rich with familiarity and the quiet persistence of daily life. Smoke from chimneys drifted lazily across the… CONTINUE READING…
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