On a hike this afternoon, I came across this man standing alone on the prairie, painting a line of trees. I found it odd because until that point on my walk, I could hear gunshots and the occasional explosion on the surrounding properties from farmers taking target practice. I suppose when the time comes, there are those who will grab their guns and head into the fray. And others who will retreat into the woods, paint, write, tell stories, love our kids, and sit the revolution out.
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