Daffodil School
The other day I walked to the top of a high hill overlooking the Missouri River valley below -- a gorgeous panorama on a warm spring afternoon.
Below my feet, a sharp hillside fell toward a pair of railroad tracks at the bottom of a rock bluff, and on the far side of the tracks, the river flowed toward the east.
There, hidden behind the guard rail, I saw …
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