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by Carey Guhlke-Falk Some of my earliest childhood memories are of harvest. Perched on the armrest of my dad’s seat in a Gleaner combine, I would be mesmerized by the endless rows…
Read Moreby Carey Guhlke-Falk Some of my earliest childhood memories are of harvest. Perched on the armrest of my dad’s seat in a Gleaner combine, I would be mesmerized by the endless rows…
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