By Eliza Blue
Ten years ago this week, I left Minneapolis and rolled into a tiny town on the prairie. It was meant to be a temporary adventure, but when I crossed the Missouri River, and the landscape abruptly shifted to moonscape, I started to cry. I didn’t know where I was going, but I knew what I was leaving behind, I was leaving behind forever.
I was 32, and the third decade wasn’t going…
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