A field somewhere is really just a place I go sometimes.

As a child I expected everything to make sense when I grew up.

Well, I’m 38 and still waiting.

Just what is it all about?

Who are these people in my life and when will it all make sense?

My life is hectic. Kids, husband, several jobs and a dog who hates me.

A field somewhere is nowhere but anywhere.

A field somewhere is mine.

If only life were that simple!

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